It happened one night.
Nigel had few friends in the region. Most of the expats he knew had moved out after their respective embassies had closed, but Nigel had a level of fortitude and stupidity that was common in most Scotsmen. Dave had a Texas accent with a hint of French military that hadn't fooled Nigel. They sat for several hours drinking tea, smoking, and making plans to assist with the overthrow of some government at some point in someone's future.