"Mr. Prime Minister, have you gotten something wrong? Right now, it's not us begging you, it's you begging us. Her Majesty the Queen is scheduled to give a televised speech tomorrow afternoon, right? Guess what would happen if we release another video an hour before her speech, say, a recording of a British officer ordering gunfire in Stone Bridge Town?"
A sound of something being knocked over came from the other end of the line.
"You can't possibly have something like that..." The Prime Minister's voice was trembling.
"Wanna try?"
Casare's voice grew cold, "We have testimonies, soldiers' diaries from the scene, communication records. We even know the officer's name: Major James Watkins, affiliated with the Royal Anglian Regiment, 'seconded' to MI6's Special Operations Team last November. Do you need me to continue with his service number?"
A long silence.
Casare could hear the Prime Minister's heavy breathing.
