In a world where cloak-and-dagger escapades of James Bond thrill audiences on screen, a more sinister cabal operates in the shadows. Our imagined story begins, fittingly, with a secret meeting in a smoke-filled casino. The locale: a hotel in the Korofi Republic's capital, Dunasi. The players: a dozen men gathered around a blackjack table, cognacs in hand, as clouds of cigar smoke waft overhead. Among them sits Dr. Ballantine Quaye, the Korofi Republic's honorary consul to the Principality of Moldavia, his diamond cufflinks glinting as he leans in to speak to the man beside him, Kweku Ackon, an international arms broker.