An idea sparked by this post ( http://www.diatribe.co.nz/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=5085&start=15#p64798 )
The date is 30 June, 1914.
Smoke drifts past the window as your train, the legendary Orient Express, pulls out of Budapest on the long overnight trip to Paris.
Despite the summer sunshine, however, the atmosphere in your carriage is chill and tense.
As a talented and valued member of your country’s, err, “diplomatic” service, you’re on this train with a very specific purpose - and, as you pull your fedora down nearly to the upturned collar of your trenchcoat, you rather suspect that more than a few of your fellow passengers are on similar missions of, umm, “diplomacy”.
Your mission could literally change the world in the days and weeks ahead, and it is absolutely critical that you succeed.
Because two days ago, the heir to the throne of mighty Austria-Hungary, Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria, was assassinated in Sarajevo.
And nothing will ever be the same again.