Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 1877: 807: Every Era Must Fade

Capítulo 1877: Chapter 807: Every Era Must Fade

“Is this London’s bottom line?” he asked.

“For the ti being, yes. Moreover, France and Germany also lean towards this plan. It can formally maintain the existence of the United Kingdom, avoid drastic changes to the European map, and grant Scotland substantial autonomy.” Johnson leaned forward, lowering his voice, “Additionally, I have so… information from non-London channels.”

McTavish squinted his eyes, “Speak.”

“The xican side, through certain channels, expressed that they understand and respect the choice of the Scottish people. Regardless of the referendum’s outco, they are willing to develop a ‘mutually beneficial cooperative relationship’ with the future Scottish authorities, especially in the fields of energy, technology, and investnt.” Johnson spoke tactfully but made it clear: xico supports you, but they won’t break ties with Europe for you; they will respect the referendum results, even if it ans ‘high autonomy.’

“And certain voices from the European Continent…” Johnson’s voice dropped even lower, “suggest that if Scotland chooses ‘high autonomy’ and develops steadily in the future, it is not ruled out that the EU might consider establishing a ‘special partnership’ with Scotland, and even open the door for its eventual joining—of course, this requires ti and for Scotland to demonstrate its stability and European orientation.”

Carrots, one after another. London’s compromise steps, xico’s future cooperation, the EU’s potential acceptance.

McTavish felt a wave of exhaustion. This is politics: when bullets can’t decide everything, deals, compromises, and promises of vision beco the new weapons. His brothers bled, people died, and what they might have gained in the end could be a complex vote and a docunt full of legal jargon.

“We need ti to discuss.” McTavish finally said.

“Of course.” Johnson stood up.

“But I must remind you, ti is not on anyone’s side. London’s patience and resources are running out, the financial markets suffer daily agonies, and the turmoil in England is escalating. Procrastination may lead to a worse outco, such as an abrupt collapse in London, leading to total chaos, at which point Scotland might gain nothing, only ruins.”

He left the docunt, nodded politely, and walked toward the waiting helicopter.

McTavish picked up the docunt, the paper was light, but it felt as heavy as a mountain. He walked back to the campfire in the center of the camp, others gathered around.

“How did it go?” Moira asked eagerly.

McTavish repeated Johnson’s words.

“Acknowledge the Queen? To hell with it!” Moira was the first to oppose.

Calum McDonald, however, was pensive: “From a legal and realpolitik perspective, this might be the best outco we can strive for at the mont. If ‘high autonomy’ can truly be implented, there’s little difference from independence for Scotland. Plus, with a future referendum upgrade clause… it’s more like a transition period.”

Rory was concerned about another aspect: “Does it an we’ve been sold out by the xicans and Europeans?”

“No, not sold.” McTavish shook his head, watching the flickering flas, “It’s a deal. We’ve shown our strength, so they are willing to trade. If we hadn’t blown up bridges, taken prisoners, or made London bleed, they wouldn’t even offer this docunt. Now, we have to decide whether to gamble with more blood for a distant complete independence or accept this imperfect but possibly more secure outco.”

He looked at everyone: “Vote. Accept this frawork to negotiate or reject it.”

The campfire crackled, illuminating every struggling face. Ideals, blood, reality, future… fiercely clashed in the cold night of the Scottish Highlands.

March 22, London, 10 Downing Street Underground Briefing Room

The enormous screen displayed multiple images in segnts: Birmingham’s Victoria Square was still jam-packed with people; blurred video signals from the secret Scottish camp showed intense internal debates within the resistance organization; the exchange rate of British Pounds fluctuated violently around 1.36; French and German TV stations were comnting on the “historic decision” of the United Kingdom.

The Pri Minister’s eyes were bloodshot, staring at another freshly delivered secret report: In Cardiff, the Welsh capital, thousands were protesting, demanding that the “Welsh Parliant be granted powers equal to Scotland.” In Belfast, Northern Ireland, Sinn Fein announced it would push for a “border referendum on Northern Ireland’s status.” Even in the always tranquil Cornwall County, there were small gatherings demanding “recognition of Cornwall’s nationality.”

Dominoes, one piece after another, were being toppled.

“Any news from Scotland?” the Pri Minister asked hoarsely.

Graham answered, “Norwegian envoy Johnson sent back preliminary feedback, indicating that there are internal divisions among McTavish’s group, but they lean towards accepting the negotiation frawork. They are asking for so modifications in details, mainly a more precise list of powers for ‘high autonomy’ and that the neutral chair of the Transition Period Security Committee needs their approval.”

“Give it to them!”

The Pri Minister waved impatiently, “As long as they are willing to sit down and talk, we can discuss the details! Ti is what we lack the most now!”

Chancellor of the Exchequer Howard was deeply worried: “Even if Scotland temporarily stabilizes, what about Birmingham? The ‘English People’s Congress’ has already collected over 500,000 ‘signatures,’ and they announced they would hold a million-man rally next week in London’s Hyde Park. The police assess that forcibly stopping it might trigger national violent conflict. If we let it happen, we’ll be broadcasting the British governnt’s incompetence to the world.”

“Incompetence?” The Pri Minister suddenly raged, slamming a fist on the table, “We are simultaneously dealing with the Scottish rebellion, a national strike, financial attacks, and international isolation! Who could do better in this position?! Churchill? Can he climb out of his grave now?!”

The room went silent.

“After this is over, I will resign.”

The Pri Minister looked exhausted, “I’m too tired.”

Not doing it anymore, it’s beyond human capabilities.

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