"It's simple. Italy openly calls for ceasefire negotiations. During the talks, the remaining Italian forces will stay neutral and not engage in any offensive actions. In return, we will support the Italians in gaining certain interests on American soil after the war."
Truly brutal...
So many have died on the frontline, yet the politicians begin dividing spoils here.
"I need to consult Rome."
"Of course." Hernandez stood up, "But please be quick. War waits for no one. Tomorrow, or the day after, another country's forces might suffer attacks. By then, there will be more than just Italy wanting to negotiate."
The two shook hands.
Outside the meeting room, Lake Geneva shimmered. Swans leisurely swam by, as if there was no war on the other side of the world.
Batista stood by the window, gazing at the lake.
He thought of Luca Bertolini. They had met several times at military parties in Rome. A proud young man, always wanting to prove himself worthy of his family's name.
