"Ah...of course, it's a<em>'wings of the raptor,'</em>" Dr. Casa murmured, slipping momentarily into Old Realm as he examined the necklace, faint recognition in his eyes.  "I think I have some idea of the problem, although it would hardly be simple to fix an item like this..."  He handed it back.<br/><br/>His eyebrows rose at the sudden talk of replacing dictators.<em>Well, this escalated quickly.</em><br/><br/>"I suppose I know a thing or two about economics and organization," he admitted candidly.  "But I must admit that cleaning up after a power vacuum would be...considerably beyond anything I've ever tried to manage."  Alberto selected an apple from one table and took a thoughtful bite.  "I could name a few...ah...potential targets in Africa.  I have colleagues who have seen many more, of course.  I suppose I'm biased insofar as I happen to speak Kinyarwanda passably well, but we certainly have options if we need a...test case."