A Battle Unseen

[robmark0000]

4:01 PM, 19 December, 4880 - Balogh Márkó Palace of Investigation, I. District, Hugamest, Canton of Hugalon, Directorial Republic of Endralon

(The room is modern, there is only a piano there. A white-uniform woman sitting in front of the piano, when Katka entering the chamber.)
JÓNÁS: Performing Ode to Gladness piano version.
(The woman playing with great passion and some tears in her eyes. Katka is confused, and just standing in the door.)
KATKA: Madame Grand Adm...
JÓNÁS: Shhhh!
(The woman lifting one of her fingers showing Katka to be quiet. She got the message and continue to standing on the door.)
JÓNÁS: Feelings... passion... thoughts and politics. Everything is united by this masterpiece.
(Katka still just standing in the door and tries to smile when the Grand Admiral speaking. After about 4 minutes, the woman finishing the song on the piano with stronger beat. After that, the white-uniform lady just sit there for about one another minute; she must organize her thoughts.)
JÓNÁS: Klara Scholl wrote this song after her mom was raped and shot - and she had to watch it. She was just a little, 14 years old girl. She gathered her tears, stopped crying, and thought about a better world, on her native language. A world, where all men become brothers, where Joy reigns supreme, and where her mom shouldn't be humiliated and die. A world, that didn't existed at the time.
(She left the piano and started to move towards Katka.)
JÓNÁS: When Endrődi freed the Régiházikó concentration camp in 4729, the Great Man told she and her fellows why their parents died. The monarchists and fascists thought that the Hugalonese, the Dundorfian, and any other minorities are bad for the pure Hosian, Apostolic, Syldavian nation. Those people were considered exploitative, evil and parasites by their very own fellow Endralonians.
(Katka's heart began to beat faster as the female Grand Admiral entered her personal area.)
JÓNÁS: Tell me, Ms. Angyal, what foreigners thinks we are?
(Katka hesitated for a moment, then she lowered her eyes and answered.)
KATKA: Parasites.
(The Grand Admiral grabbed Katka's face and squeezed it against the wall. Katka was in fear, but she can do nothing.)
JÓNÁS: Don't you ever have doubts. If this system falls, they will come for all of us. They don't just kill and put into the concentration camps the corporate leaders, but they will us as well. Next to the hanged bodies of Boros and Króm, there will be the cold corpse of your children, your love, your father and mother, and your fellows. Because this is how hate, racism and Endralophobia works. This is your job to avoid it. There is no moral boundaries, there is no dignity, there is only the task. Understood?
(Katka enchanted and put real passion into her eyes.)
KATKA: Even if they burn me alive... I would never betray the Directorial Republic.
(The senior officer let her face, and she smoothed out her uniform. Katka just started to realize what happened, hungry for some fresh air.)
JÓNÁS: We have better chance to survive than the Dundorfians and Hugalonese had during the Great Civil War, though. We are rich, we are powerful and we are free.
KATKA: I will stop their efforts, whatever it takes, Madame Grand Admiral.
JÓNÁS: I have no doubts, Agent Katalin. I just wanted you to know that... how important you are for our nation and its liberty.
(The Grand Admiral sit back in front of the piano. Katka stays at the door.)
JÓNÁS: There is a young man outside the door. He will escort you to the people who will tell you what is your task exactly. Thank you. Hadnagy!
KATKA: Főadmirális!
(The Grand Admiral starts playing on the piano again, while Katka tries to leave the room as soon as possible.)

[alaskancrabpuffs21]

Unnamed Mountain, Lagard Hutori December 3rd 4882 4:30 local time

Veronika found her self on day 4 of some of the worst days of her entire existence. This pain was close to that she experienced during her childhood but this was a different kind of pain, this was physiological. For the past 4 days she had gone through hell, actually now that she thought about it hell has to not be this bad. Her hair normally was light blond colored and wavy and perfect but 4 days of no washing, plus her sleeping habits have caused it to be tangled, dirty, stained and a mess on her head, her hair was the least of her issues. She had been living on Licorice Ferns, their roots were edible. She had also been living on tree bark. In her small bag she had 3 rotten apples, found under a lone apple tree that a logger or a deer had discarded years earlier. The snow was ankle deer and the Veronkia's legs were caked in mud. In her jacket which didn't keep her warm she had a stash of fern roots which gave her a strong taste of licorice and provided a means of staying awake, she also had a Alivestaw, a water filter small enough to be a straw, she also had a small. She also had a black garbage bad stuffed in one of her pockets, this was how she made water to drink, she would put the water in the bag and let it melt, and it would in the sun.

The main trails were crawling with agents loaded with tranquilizer guns and warm protective clothing, she had only seen 3 of these agents on her way up. When she did she stayed silent and stayed still, she was terrified of being caught, but these men did not go off into the thick shit, like Veronika had found. This was the thickest woods she has seen, brambles, vines, all of it made travel difficult and loud, however with the falling snow and wind here sounds were drowned out. Veronika felt here face, a thick layer of dirt caked her entire face and it was numb with cold. This training was the worst like an inescapable nightmare, as she trudged along to the east, far outside of where the main trails were, and thicker into the bushes and ferns poking out of the snow she began to think, trying to get her mental capacity back to a somewhat normal state.

She has come so far in 6 months, she had mastered, Dolgavian and was beginning to learn Canrillese. This had been suggested as she could play the part of a Canrille model if she needed to and the language was so universal around the NC and Terra. A man named Duke had been her worst enemy and best friend during this time. He was here personal coach so to speak and somewhere on this mountain Duke her coach were camped out, waiting for her or waiting for the radio call. In her back pocket she carried a business band VHF handheld radio, She would use this if she could not make it out and needed help getting off of the mountain... Veronika's activities had varied, one of the hardest missions was, she was dropped off in the middle of the city and told that she was to go to a law firm and make herself a cup of coffee in this law firm. This was hard as this particular law firm was high class and Veronika was dropped off in street clothes. She had spent several hours watching the comings and goings of this particular establishment. That day she had seen several ladies of her same stature walking to a EXTREME FITNESS SUPERCENTER she walked in wearing street cloths, and made her way to the changing station. She found a hairpin on the ground, used her lock picking training to pick the lock of one of the women's locker and searched for the clothing that best matched her stature. She had put on the skirt, the top and the leggings, trying to block out of her mind that another lady had just worn these and went to put on the pair of high heeled boots, however they were one size too big... This was a problem especially since they would be flopping around like a fish every time she took a step... She had come this far she knew she had to do something so she took a pair of socks and wadded them inside the boot... She as confidently as she could looked in the mirror made sure she looked alright and sneaked out a back entrance. Once at the other side she walked into the law firm with little to no people there, the secretary just glanced up before going back to her computer. Veronika then made a cup of coffee and walked to the back window fully expecting to see someone in the building behind this one, watching. She waved, peered through the window to look again and then gave up, she knew the agent had been there, she knew she had completed the mission...

Those days were long gone... Veronika now was still stuck on the same god forsaken mountain as she had the past 4 days. Here hopes and dreams were crunching just like every step she took in this snow... She hated snow, in Endralon she never had to deal with snow. The snow, this mountain this landscape all laughed at her, at her messed up hair, her dirty body, she told herself she would do this. As the wind and snow picked up she continued climbing, through maple trees, alders, and other trees that were barren and empty. After some time the trees opened up just a little, she looked down and fresh deer tracks were etched in the snow, going up the hill... She looked both directions and it was empty of humans or animals of that matter. This trail was very steep and very narrow but she continued trudging. As the sky began to darken the snow stopped and the setting sun could be seen to the West... She looked and saw far off, a fire lookout tower, she realized she must be almost there, that had been one of the few clues, to look for something that helps to fight fires. She ran, she knew she had to be close, the trail merged with other deer and game trails, as the slope began to level off a bit. Her heart raced, and she was excited but still weary about the possibility of someone being here waiting to ambush her... All of Veronika's fat reserves on her already slim body were gone, exhausted like every fiber of her being. Her gut told her to slow down and she did stopping.

The sound of footsteps boot steps to be more precise were coming closer, closer, closer... Then a few meters away an officer passed, he was talking through his radio "There might be someone down here", he said,"I will continue down this ridge",

At this moment Veronika remembered, "He is going to see my tracks", her boots were not comfortable and they were kind of warm but they left a mark. Veronika sulked, she knew the game was up... Then by seemingly divine providence a huge gust of wind and snow crashed through the trees, Veronika knew this was her signal to run...

Ran she did up the mountain going up and up and up, her body out of blind fear her adrenaline was taking her up and up, up the trail away from the people that wanted her caught, she ran and ran not stopping, the heat of this exercise filled her body, giving her one last burst of energy. After 20 minutes of running she saw a soft orange light, at first it was faint, through the trees, however as she stopped, this wasn't a illusion, it was reality. "That it" Veronika thought sprinting her way as fast as she humanly could to the light, she followed it, followed it and.....

All of a sudden Veronika found herself in a large clearing, up ahead a log cabin lodge lay spread out. Skies covered in snow lined the lodge. It had been 1 hour since close encounter and Veronika knew this was it. She clamored her way to the lodge, her body giving out as she almost tripped into the door, making a colossal "BANG" against it... She fell the the ground too tired to get up...

The door opened and Veronika looked up, it was the Superintendent the Superintendent smiled and said "Well hello there". This is when Veronik blacked out... Next thing Veronika new she was warm... She was very warm... She was sleeping on the coach, on... towels... Sitting next to her in a large easy chair was the Superintendent and 3 Hutorian students that were chit chatted amongst themselves... Veronika sat up, her hair sticking to the towels as she did... She felt horrible, she spoke in Dorvish "How long have I been asleep".

One of the instructors was making something that smelled like Bacon, and he looked at the clock, He spoke back in perfect Dorvish "You have slept 10 hours and it is breakfast time". Veronika felt sick but she needed a shower, she was tired of looking like and feeling like a nasty old sock... She got up her body protesting, asked the location of the washroom and the instructor showed her the location of the shower, soap, shampoo, and other essential things. After finding the location of the washroom, she sat down and ate 6 portions of pancakes, eggs, and over 15 slices of thick but bacon...

After absolutely stuffing herself on piles of hot food, she knew she could out eat professional eaters. She made her way to the bathroom, her ordeal finally over....

[colonelvesica]

Al-Jana Prison, Undisclosed Location, Kafuristan

Chelsea Hazeldine looked into the cell through veiled eyes and wore an expression that revealed very little to the outside world; but internally she was beyond furious. The Deputy Director of Operations was a career black operations officer who had been strapped to a desk equal parts because she was good at what she did and equally part because she had done something significantly rarer in her particular line of work; she had survived. A career in intelligence had taught her to control her emotions and show only what she wanted on her face. The prison guards likely didn't see anything, but she didn't doubt that the GID Officer that was standing just off to the side behind her could tell she wanted nothing more then to murder the man who laid in the cell being beaten by the SSU Operators and Prison Guards.. and murder would be the most polite thing she would do to him anytime in the immediate future.

Hazeldine had travelled to Kafuristan with the Minister of Foreign Affairs privately, and while the Minister had the fanfare of the state visit Hazeldine has checked in the HSIS Case Officer for Kafuristan, before she had personally called the General Intelligence Directorate, openly declared who she was, and requested to see the Hutorian that had been arrested. She had been taken out to the middle of no where to an old prison that didn't officially exist where the Ba'athists kept not just political prisoners but also various actually dangerous prisoners. Al-Jana Prison had an infamous reputation even to HSIS, who held black sites in numerous allied nations where Hutorian laws didn't protect them.

"Has he said anything?" Hazeldine asked, her calm voice holding the slightest hint of malice hidden within it.

The GID Officer spoke. "After we captured him, he immediately demanded to speak to a lawyer and to speak to your Embassy. Beyond that, we haven't honestly asked too many questions. We figured you would want to ask them yourself."

She grunted, watching impassively as the beating continue for several more minutes prior to her saying simply. "I want to have a chat with him."

The guards looked at her in mild surprise, but the GID Officer, who had pride of place and whom no prison guard, regardless of the facility would ever deny, responded. "But of course Madam."

He gestured and the guards unsealed the door. The SSU Officers and the Prison Guards looked up from their work. One cocked an eyebrow but a look from the GID Officer silenced him. The guards picked the prisoner up and place him roughly in a chair that had been seemingly forgotten about. Before they took a step behind him.

The prisoner, Adrian Hoffman, looked up through a black and blurry eye. When he saw a white woman he become surprisingly talkative. "Are you... are you from the Embassy?"

The Deputy Director of Operations responded with one word. "Yes." Not deigning to look at Adrian examining the table of instruments that the SSU and GID had stocked this "conversation room".

Adrian spoke again, having seemed to have missed her tone. "You need to get me out of here, you have no ideas what these psychos have done to me. I haven't done anything! I'm a Hutorian citizen, they can't treat me like this!"

The Prison Guard behind him raised a hand to smack him, but Hazeldine raised her own stopping him. The guard looked like he wanted to protest but the woman in front of her, her glare stopped him in his track. She looked back to the table again, letting Adrian continue ranting on for several minutes. She picked up a pair of brass knuckles placing them on her hand finally turning her gaze to Adrian. "A Hutorian citizen you say. You were born in Hutori, I'll admit this, but a citizen, not as far as I'm concerned."

She hadn't as much as raised a hand to him and he looked as if he had just been slapped. "But... I am a Hutorian citizen. I have a passport, you need to get me out of here!"

Hazeldine finally began speaking, her voice never losing it's cool octave. "You are Adrian Hoffman of Tremaine, Falristan, am I correct?"

Hoffman nodded. "That's right, then you know I'm telling the truth!"

She continued talking, as if he hadn't spoken. "So tell me, Adrian Hoffman, why would a 21 year Hutorian, with not much of a social life, get a tourist visas to a massively destablized nation such as Kafuristan, claim he's staying at a hotel and then just disappear into the desert?"

Hoffman looked like he wanted to say something, but then realized, that the woman in front of him apparently knew more then he figured she did. She continued speaking. "Adrian Hoffman of Tremaine Falristan, your internet history right before you came here was very interesting. Ahmadi websites about "joining the fight" about making "the infidels pay". All fascinating stuff."

Hoffman looked horrified. He managed to say. "How do you know about my internet history?"

Hazeldine cocked her eyebrow. "You're sitting in a Kafuri prison and your worried about how I know about your internet history? Oh Adrian Hoffman of Tremaine, Falristan, you are such a naive fool" She walked up to him, and without giving any clue to her intentions she cold cocked him in the face with her iron knuckled covered hand.

His head spun and blood and half a tooth came out of his mouth. "You can't do this to me! I'm a Hutorian citizen! I demand a trial in the Kingdom of Hutori as is my constitutional right!"

Hazeldine didn't respond, instead taking his head by the hair, and punching his face again. He looked dazed as she pulled his face back to him. "You really think you're going to see Hutori again, so a terrorist piece of scum like you can try and play this little sob story about a case of mistaken identity. Not a chance Adrian Hoffman. You made your bed, you will lay in it." She walked back to the table, placing the iron knuckles back down, before she saw her prefered method. She looked over at the GID Officer. "May I?"

The GID Officer looked at the two objects in questions, raised his eyes in appreciation and nodded. He snapped his finger at the guards and gestured to a table behind them. They roughly picked him and slammed him on the table, tying him down with tight leather straps. The Deputy Director of Operations picked up a bucket of water, and a towel, walked over to Hoffman, who knew exactly what was coming next. She soaked the towel in the bucket of water before placing it over his face. He tried screaming, but the wet towel muffled it. She leaned over near his ear and whispered. "You may have once been Adrian Hoffman but now... you are going to just be a forgotten memory." Then she got up and slowly started to pour the water over his covered face...

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Fifteen minutes later Hazeldine walked out of the cell and looked at the GID Officer who now looked at her with equal measures of respect and awe. "Tell your boss to call me when I return to Bekenial. Whatever you want, you'll have; just make them bleed and make them bleed slowly."

[colonelvesica]

Liore "Green Zone", near the city of Mokourem, Republic of Ntoto

"You're sure about this?" Ayo asked his companion.

Akanni looked over at her brother in arms and nodded, steely in her resolve. "You saw the images of the massacres of the so called "democrats". They are just as bad as the thugs alledgedly running this country. We need to do something, and apparently these peacekeepers are the only ones willing to do anything. At the very least, it'll give a safe space to fall back on, give us some cover, and avoids us needing to run back to the Embassy and explain to Cayfield why we can't do what we know we can do."

Ayo nodded, accepting this. The two paramilitary officers had remained relatively quiet during the majority of their stay in Ntoto, having gone dark after the Baltusians had been evicted from the country and the entire country had slowly gone quiet. While they figured they would be ordered to leave, some paranoid spook in Bekenial that oversaw the Dovani Desk, or possibly their extremely paranoid boss, didn't think the situation was over, and so the two of them had been ordered to remain in place and continue observing the situation. As it turns out that paranoid had paid off when the Pro-"Democracy" protesters had gone from protesting to butchering their fellow citizens and anyone that didn't agree with them. When some of the riots had broken out, Ayo and Akanni had been in the capital city, and had helped some of the refugees escape, having quietly killed several bands of the Democratic supporters as they attempted to slaughter some of their less supportative citizens; machettes did not match up well against Akanni's HMP5SPD or Ayo's much more formidable H8A3-SOPMOD. At first the two Hutorian Paramilitary Officers had been concerned about their Hutorian weapons being recognized, but that had gone out the window when the butchery started, and having made a call to Cayfield, he assured them that New Aldurian Special Forces had been lavishly equipped by Hutori in the past, and with their covers totally intact, no one would question their high end gear.

Following the refugee stream to the perimeter of the Liore Green Zone, they observed that Liore soldiers were checking the refugee stream, making sure no weapons went in. Normally Ayo and Akanni would have avoided military checkpoints such as this, but their plan, and having been cleared with Cayfield, was not only to show their weapons, but to demand to speak to the Liore Commanding Officer. As they approached, two Liore peacekeepers saw the impressive gear the Paramilitary Officers were carrying and raised their weapon shouting, in a mix of their native Kitembi and broken Luthorian. The Kitembi Ayo or Akanni barely and haltingly understood, one of the many Dovani languages they hadn't totally mastered yet, but the Luthori "Stop There!" they understood clear as day.

As had been agreed prior, Ayo did the talking for the two of them, adding a deep and heavy Kreyol accent to his voice. "Friend, we are friend! We seek to speak to your commander!" The Kreyol accent, caught the Liore peacekeeper by surprise. "You are New Alduria?" The peacekeeper asked, his weapon wavering slightly.

Ayo didn't respond directly, instead again stating. "We are friends of you and your cause. Please let us speak to your commander."

The peacekeeper thought for a moment, and nodded stating. "Fine, your weapons remain here!"

Ayo and Akanni had both expected this, and had been prepared to accept as such. "We will relinquish our ammunition, but our weapons stay with us." The peacekeeper thought on that, and backed up for a moment, speaking into his radio. The two only caught one word in three, but they caught New Aldurian and the Kitembi word for strong warrior and knew they were on the right track. After the peacekeeper finished he nodded, waving them forward. "When you get in, you will reliquish your ammo." Ayo and Aknni nodded, and as a matter of good faith, hit the release on the weapons they openly carried, their clips falling into their hands, before they cycled the bolt and popped out the bullets that had been in their chambers, before they got into a jeep and were brought back to the Liore Peacekeeper's Forward Operating Base. The two paramilitary officers took in the defences in depth with respect; Liore had designed a good defensive line that would be difficult to be broken, though privately both were worried if the conventional Ntoto Army moved in, they would lack the forces to repel them.

When they got to the main compound of the base, they were lead into a Command tent. Outside, they gave up the clips to Ayo's H8A3, and his two side arms. Akanni for her part gave up the bullets to her H15X Sniper Rifle, and for her HMP5 submachine gun; they both gave up their combat knives. Having been thoroughly defanged they were lead into the tent. The tent was filled with various officers of varying ranks, with the highest ranking one, a Brigadier, being the big one in charge. He looked over the two Paramilitary Officers, unable to figure out how to feel about them, before he spoke in surprisingly good Luthori. "I am Brigadier Babangida, commander of the Yamabiro Division, and commander of Peacekeepers in Ntoto. You carry impressive weapons with you."

Ayo nodded. "That is correct sir. We are.. from an interested party that wishes to see the situation in Ntoto calmed and tyrants brought to justice. I am Ayo and this is my comrade, Akanni."

Brigadier Babagida cocked an eyebrow, both at the comment and from the extremely thick Kreyol accent. "An interested Party you say.. I didn't think our southern neighbors had much involve in the continent."

Akanni spoke now. "With respect sir, just because our home doesn't send a full brigade of troops to keep the peace, doesn't mean we aren't concerned. You have the capabilities to send such peacekeepers. Our home country prefers to... observe and when necessary, intervene quietly." She gave a subtle gesture to the H15X Sniper Rifle on her back.

The Brigadier Commanding's eyebrows rose outright. "Now that is truly an impressive weapon."

Akanni nodded. "Yes sir, it fires .50 BMG rounds accurately from as much as two kilometers away. It's quite shocking quickly you can get off a shot and.. take care of a problem with this rifle and be gone before anyone ever realizes you were there. With how far you can be away you can take "interesting" pictures in that time as well."

To many others, that comment would have gone over their heads, but the mention of pictures, and how far away the shot was, brought a memory from Babagida's memory. Seemingly off topic he said, in an off handed manner. "They never caught the ones who killed Major Charles Phillips, some say it was a government operative."

Akanni looked at him deadpan. "I doubt it was a government operative, but whoever they were, they were very good shots I'm told. Dead centre of the head from at least a kilometer and a half away. It was a stunning shot sir."

The Brigadier nodded. He perfectly understood and understood, based on the weapons they were holding, and their accents exactly what he was dealing with. There were rumors that prior to them pulling out that Hutori has in fact trained New Aldurian soldiers and commandos as well as they themselves had been trained. That training had clearly never been forgotten and was passed down. He continued. "We have some pictures of some of the top leadership of the so called Democrats throughout the country. But the pictures aren't of the greatest quality. If we showed you the photos, would you be able to... obtain some pictures of "better quality."

Ayo and Akanni looked at one another and nodded. "Yes sir, I believe we could certainly do that, as long as we had a place to rest after such an undertaking of taking these pictures." Ayo said.

The Brigadier nodded and put out his hand. "That certainly sounds like a deal to me." Ayo and Akanni didn't hesitate for a moment to shake it.

[alaskancrabpuffs21]

Scientia Compound, Southern Drania May 3rd 4883 13:00

The Chairman of the Board of the Religious Technology Institute and the Religious Center of Thetanism, the mysterious Ronald Montgomery sat at his desk. He was a medium height man with he looked like the all of the others leaders of Thetanism, he had a pointed chin, smokey blue eyes and brown hair slicked up in a wave in the front of his head. He had much plastic surgery so he looked much younger than 60 years old.

Montgomery was in a large expansive room, his personal board members before him, a meeting was about to start, he had taken a bunch of Drania's government when was directly under his thumb... His church was doing well wooing the rich elite in Endralon, Dolgava, Istalia and many other places. The rich were spending millions of auditing and cleaning their soul of the volatile Thetans... This was just the tip of the Thetanism machine. Montgomery's fingers were in everything, were in millions of people's lives and he knew it...

His secretary walked in, she had curly brown hair wore a skimpy dress and wore very high heels, Montgomery sometimes loved her deeply but at other points had impulses to shove her into a wall... He had done this twice on two occasions because she didn't reveal all of her past trauma... She in his eyes was unfit and was not a true follower, but he admired her skill as a secretary and occasional mistress and was pleasing in his eyes so he did not fire her, or send her the "the Room". She walked up and handed a pile of papers.

She walked out of the room and Montgomery spoke "Greeting board members, Operation Spread the News has gone well, we have infiltrated several governments across Terra and out members are increasing every day. The hard nut to crack was Endralon but we have about 30 of our members in their government and a handful in their inner circle. Ever since Dolgava shut us down we returned and have brought with us many members, around 12,000 Thetanists are in Dolgava, I would say not bad for a country that banned us around 200 years ago... Profits this quarter have gone well, we earned around 20 Billion dollars from out customers and we earned 50 Billion in Real estate transactions. Our religion continues to attract the rich and powerful and they are being let into our fold like sheep into pasture... Now as of late Dolgavan News Crews have attempted to do several documentaries about us. That is unacceptable. I want to single these groups out and I will be sending church members to make sure they comply..." He slapped a pile of papers down menacingly... "We cannot have infiltration by any group or government because they could cause serious havoc to these esteemed organization... I have also set up several groups that have covers as religious charity organizations but are just over glorified recruitment camps..." He sneered and then said "In Ntoto were have gathered several high profile figures into our fold and have taken a hold of that war torn nation. We have bought real estate cheaply and I predict that we will be a powerful religion in that country by the time war is over". The board members gave a small round of applause and then Montgomery continued speaking in clear Luthorian "My new target is Conservative Dolgava, we need to make them pay for what they did to use all those years ago, we must be able to strangle and suffocate their country and as many other countries of Terra as possible and we need to be able to make them collapse and infiltrate them as quick as we can while keeping out image pristine as possible".

One of the board members an elderly man stood up and protested "Wouldn't this create unnecessary attention to ourselves, we cannot control governments?!"

Montgomery exploded in rage "How dare you patronize me I am the leader of this organization HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME THAT WAY, If I knew better I would send you to the ROOM??? Would you like that Mr. Baker"!!!

"No sir please don't do that please!!!"

"Very well" Montgomery said "I expect you at 2 PM sharp for some intensive auditing sessions done by my personal assistant" in his head he was thinking 'That will teach him not to speak against me ever again', he stood up, and thanked the board and walked out into the hallway. His security was leaning against a wall talking to a senior official for the church. Montgomery felt his rage intensify and intensify until he lost it...

His arm reached out and grabbed the young women's neck and he thrust her into the wall he screamed at her and pinning her there "HOW DARE YOU STAY PUT AND IDLE I WANT MY PAPERS DONE NOW AND YOU SIT AROUND AND TALK!!! WHAT A DISGRACE YOU ARE I KNOW ALL OF YOUR SECRETS, EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU, YOU ARE A NOBODY WITHOUT ME!!! I HAVE YOU PASSPORT, I HAVE YOUR CITIZENSHIP YOU CANNOT GO ANYWHERE NOW GET BACK TO WORK SANDRA!!!"

He let go and she slumped to the ground gasping for air... he stormed off to his office and slammed the door behind him making the whole hall shake....

To be Continued.....

[alaskancrabpuffs21]

[POSTDATED] 14:00 May, 23rd 4883, Dolgava Dolgavan Department of Intelligence

In a large Conference Room on the second floor, the man known as Mr. Biscuit paced across the floor. His first newly trained professional spy Northern Wind had made it to Dolgava safely he had passed the Campus training and it had taken all of his mafia skills he learned from his youth and early adulthood to pass the course. He had done very well with the torture aspect of it and did not spill the beans even under pressure. He was very good at handling machine guns and preferred the MP5 out of any weapon. He sat to the left of Mr. Biscuit, he had been given a pillow to sleep on because of jet lag and his exhaustion of a midnight flight, his snoring filled the room with an inaudible sound, it sounded like a drone... Mr. Biscuit was a tall man with salt and pepper colored hair, he had a narrow long face, side burns. His hair swept back he wore a white suit with a black tie and had a stare that pierced into your soul. He was smoking a large pipe and had a window open to keep the air from becoming chocked with smoke. He didn't want Northwind to pass out from smoke asphyxiation. He thought about how far his too graduates have come, a Dolgavan mafia member now professional spy, and a girl haunted by her homeland, now the best in the business.

He got a call on the office phone, it was from an old friend at Aikums International Airport he was stationed to make sure his agents stayed safe, he simply said "She made it, I will meet her in a few moments", Biscuit acknowledged and thanked his friend before hanging up. Biscuit didn't talk much but when he did everyone listened. He had met with the Prime Minister that day and had two letters in his pocket from the PM welcoming the two agents and congratulating them... He also had another stack of papers in his large coat pockets for the two agents, these were instructions that were simple and not to leave this room. Mr. Biscuit sat down and leaned back, the feeling of accomplishment filled his inner being. He had proven to the Prime Minister that Dolgavan agents could hold their own and had proven himself to be a good judge in recruiting, or in this case Bergmanis had done a good job. Biscuit had only heard about them and he knew he had good agents and he was going to put them through some lesser missions first, however they still needed props, something that Biscuit knew from experience were vital.

The next fifteen minutes were boring for Biscuit, he smoked his pipe, ordered tea and was starting to sip it. He liked tea, especially straight black tea. It warmed him up and helped him sleep. For most people it would keep them awake, for Biscuit it was the opposite he would relax when he had caffeine. He also reacted weird to lots of medications, but those quirks made Biscuit who he was. He was mysterious and he wanted to stay that way.

A sort knocking on the door interrupted Biscuits thoughts and he said softly, not to wake up Northwind "Come in". The door opened and in walked a short women, who compensated with heels, Her long blonde hair was curled and wavy and every part of her was gorgeous. She did not look like an agent that had just spent a year through some of the most grueling conditions known to man. She looked like she just walked out of the Lourrenne Fashion Show and she knew it. Mr. Biscuit stood up and walked towards her, they shook hands and Biscuit asked "How was the flight?"

The agent responded "It was good, too bad I had to leave Hutori but I can assure you I am glad to be where I belong".

Biscuit nodded and reached into his suit pocket and handed Westwind a book a small book with the Queen's insignia on it he said "Welcome fellow patriot of Dolgava, I made the PM sign an exception and you are now a citizen".

Westwinds's face lit up and she gave him a smile "Thank You, Thank You so much".

Biscuit then said reassuringly, "That is the least I can do, you just went through a year of controlled hell, I was kept informed by my comrades in Hutori about your training and I can tell you, everyone over there is impressed with your skills. Not only can you charm and seduce men and its easy to see why, but you are skilled, passionate and you excel in blending in and playing a part. To that I say, Congrats!!!"

Westwind's face started to blush red because she knew that these things were true and that she was getting rare praise from the top intelligence Guru in all of Dolgava.

Biscuit walked over to his chair and gestured Westwind to a set to the right of him, at the same time he poked Northwind awake and he got up and stretched and looked at Biscuit and greeted Westwind. Northwind and Westwind knew each other but hadn't spent much time with each other but they both knew they were the lucky two that had made it out of "The Campus" and passed.

Biscuit stopped his pipe and looked at his two spies, the best of the best. He looked at each of them, the deep green eyes of Westwind and the Brown Eyes of Northwind and he then said "Well, you two did it, I was beyond happy when Hutori contacted me to say that you two were going to pass. You two worked your asses off and I can truthfully say that it does not matter your height, your age, your gender, anyone can become the best of the best, your training makes my special forces training as simple as basic training. You have passed the most rigorous training Terra has to offer. Deltaria's does not even compare, Istalia's is not even close, Endralon is not even in the same league as you. You climbed up and down mountains, were waterboarded tortured and told you were going to fail but you went against all the odds and succeeded. I have to say out of all the recruits I expected you to fail, one of you when you first came here was plagued with past trauma. However you have not only passed this point in your life but you have become a strong, women that can survive almost anything that you are put up against. Northwind, I thought you were going to fail, you lived a life of crime and I knew you were trained but not in the caliber I imagined. You are not only cunning smart and genius but you do your work with efficiency and determination. Now both of you are going to become Dolgava's first undercover agents. This might seem daunting but I promise you, we will ease you into the business. Your first missions will be easy, I am not as demanding as our allies to the West, but if I need to be I can count on you".

He reached into his pocket and handed them both different instructions. He than said "These are your instructions they are not to leave this room. They will go into the wood stove over there". He gestured to a wood stove providing heat to the room. "Now let me hand you your weapons, he reached under the table and grabbed a light, MP5 and handed it to him, he then showed it collapsing and how to put the pieces in pockets and such "That weapon is the one you chose and it will work well, a common carry for Mafia members however they don't get this fancy of one. He now looked towards Westwind "Your line or work will need protection however we cannot have it be obvious. You will be masquerading as anyone from a government official to a pretty mistress to a prostitute and we need to make sure that you can end the life of someone at all times. This is why I have talked long and hard with experts in this field and they recommend this", he pulled out of his coast pocket a 38 caliber a small pistol, and the silencer that came with it. "Now agent Westwind, this pistol does not act like most pistols, it is special. For one thing is is smaller and the kick is a bit more, something which will be no problem for you. This also comes in parts so if you need to get past security you just hide these using methods you learned of course. This will fit in a pocket, in a purse, in many different kinds of outfits you will wear. This brings me to my next point, I have talked with Northwind and for his line of work he already has the clothing he needs, however Ms. Westwind you need clothing that makes you sell that you are rich". Biscuit pulled a mall card from his pocket and handed it to Westwind "Take this, go to Downtown Dolgava and but the most expensive clothing a women can get, also I want you to but all foreign clothing, no Dolgavan brands allowed. We cannot have your country of origin tracked down, but have fun, that is a black card and it is unlimited, so enjoy yourself, but all the clothing you will ever want and without being too obvious of course, keep in mind buy clothing that suits both formal and the most informal occasions, you will be going through many roles and you will need a damn good set of clothes to play the part".

He smiled and poured a glass or whiskey before handing it to both agents. He then raised his glass and said "To glorious successful mission and glorious times ahead", they toasted to the success and the missions still to come.

To be Continued...

[robmark0000]

7:45 AM, 2 January, 4884 - Apród Private Airport, III. District, Hugamest, Canton of Hugalon, Directorial Republic of Endralon

CALLER: Polgártársak, the 752 Flight of the Eight Continents Airlines to Bekenial Seventh District Airport stars to fly in 15 minutes from the 52th Air Highway. Everyone who has a ticket please entire it. Thank you, and our company wishes you a safe fly. E. C. A.
(The 752 Flight is not a popular flight, especially because it is just a LAC 100-1 plane, with not so many seats. Katka waiting alone in the waiting lobby.)
KATKA: Központ, everything is clear now. I repeat for confirmation, everything is clear.
(There is a secret headset in her ears, she can communicate her superiors through.)
CENTRE: Roger, roger. For the record, do you confirm that you are Captain Kerekes Katalin, from the Directorial Republic Investigation Office, Foreign Department, on your codename, Agent Prieks?
KATKA: I do.
CENTRE: Access to centre authorized. What kind of information do you need, Agent Prieks?
KATKA: Fellows.
CENTRE: For the record, do you asking who will be your fellow Directorial Republic Agents during Operation Maldināšana?
KATKA: Yes.
CENTRE: Competent personnel notified. Please wait, Agent Prieks.
("Huh finally" - thought Katka. She does not liked to speak with robots, and the worst was this one; she just called it the "confirmation asshole".)
CENTRE: Here is Lieutenant Colonel Veres György, direct representative of Grand Admiral Jónás Krisztina on this operation.
KATKA: Greetings.
(It might sounded disrespectful, however she was not authorized to say non-general words when she was at public, even if she spoke with the headset.)
CENTRE: So you need information on your comrades in arms, kislány?
KATKA: Yes.
CENTRE: Specifically?
KATKA: Meeting point. Personal info.
CENTRE: Noted. Authorization given. You will meet in the city of Aikums, the others are already their. Your permanent residence and operating centre there will be a basement building Residence C, 82 Ziemeļu Street, 22th District, Aikums.
KATKA: I see.
CENTRE: Oh buddy... here comes the feketeleves.
KATKA: Fellows?
CENTRE: Indeed.
KATKA: What about them?
CENTRE: We, Endralonians all born to deceive others. But these are the specimens.
KATKA: Give me light.
CENTRE: Papp Fanni, the mistress of corporate espionage. She was so good at what she is doing, that even Boros put a blood fee on her head, because she leaked info to the Republican Oil Corporation. She escaped to us and for protection now she is working for Doctor Ed. She is the girl who nobody can trust, she is the girl who give you a blow but kill you with her hands in the same moment. Agent Nekad-Neticu is her codename. She will mainly deal with the seduction of the subjects.
KATKA: Sounds... interesting.
CENTRE: Kozma Flóra, quite the opposite, still just as dangerous. Exceptional talent, she helped to prevent the terrorist attack on Hugamest in 4871, when she was only 14. Mistress of informatics, I would bet there is no technical situation she couldn't solve + her natural endowments are just as good as Agent Nekad-Neticu's. Her codename is Agent Uzmanies, and she will primarily responsible for the recording of the subjects and the contact to the homeland.
KATKA: Good.
CENTRE: The last one, Steiner Rajmund. He is the intelligent bad guy. He killed his conservative father when he was 12, and successfully made it look like it was his deeply religious mother - he was never suspected. The reason behind the parent-murdering was that he is gay, and the Northern-Hugalonese parents couldn't accept this. He worked for several corporations as a bounty hunter worldwide, but since 4880, he dedicated himself to Doctor Ed and the DRIO for salvation. He is plan B, C, D and everything until Z, if the subjects will act hostile or dangerously, he will care about them. Codename: Agent Beigas.
KATKA: Its relaxing to know.
CALLER: Polgártársak, there is only 5 minutes until the departure of 752 Flight. Please, enter your seats.
KATKA: Have to go. Agent out.
CENTRE: Have a nice trip, Agent Prieks. Központ out.
("Murderer, slut, genius - its all the same in Endralon, and this is why I love it" she thought and started to enter her seat on 752 Flight.)

[alaskancrabpuffs21]

[POSTDATED] 15:00 June, 4th 4883, Canrille Sector, Aikums, Dolgava

Agent Westwind, under her alias as Davostani Businesswomen Erika Ottesen. She had been assigned fake papers, and now was going to go on an expensive shopping trip. This part of Aikums, transported people to a sector as close to an actual Canrille town as any major city in Lourenne. The leftover remnants of he mass of Canrille refugees that came here around 150 years ago. Erika (aka Westwind) has parked her nondescript car off to the side of the on the outskirts of the Canrille section of town, between a sketchy part of town and the high class of the Canrille quarter. Her car was parked down a street that was around 5 blocks from this mall. You have to make a left turn on a side street to go to the fancy, rich, Canrillese mall. These were fine establishments that sold clothing for the richest people. She was to buy all of her outfits, skirts, leggings, tops, shoes and coats here and then they would be taken to a special lab to be given pockets and such to hide things that she would need. She had spent the past few days here and today she was to buy outfits and shoes. This part of town was bisected by a more scary, sketchy district full of businesses that Westwind would not want to be seen near. Her current outfit was a nice Lodamunese outfit, a simple coat, over red pretty shirt. Inside the coat she carried a .38 pistol that was extra small fir with a silencer. This was her tool of choice and she was still practicing keeping it concealed, today was going to be a test run. It would pass through metal detectors and other sensors due to special modifications however it would still fail to pass through airport security.

However today was going to be a fun day, her boss, Mr. Biscuit had told her to enjoy today and to get all the outfits she would ever want or need, and now that she knew her mission she knew what she would need, elegant clothes, she needed to be in the mindset of a rich millionaire and going down the street toward the very expensive stores she started to relax. Walking into a Canrillese store Chantale (RL: Chanel), she walked carefully around the store, and started picking out outfits she liked. She found several outfits that pleased her and then walked to the changing room, making sure that each of them fit as perfect as possible. Next she looked in shirts and did the same thing. She used here experience of living in the Endralonian upper class to decide. She knew what people liked and didn't in the rich community and she used this knowledge and her own fashion tastes to pick out her wardrobe. She walked to the cashiers table and the price that was rung up was very expensive, the cashier looked slightly confused before Westwind gave the man a card, it was a credit card. The card successful transferred the transaction and then Westwind went to the next store. Here next destination was the overly expensive fashion company known for their purses and expensive red soled shoes, Georges Velafour (RL: Louis Vuitton). Now Westwind was very well aware of the fame and prince tags behind this brand. It is world respected and women wear Velafour clothing everyday, it has become autonomous to fame, fashion and wealth. Westwind knew that she needed to get a expensive handbag, now this bothered her slightly, she was not the kind of person who liked to carry bags, she liked putting things, like guns, grenades etc etc... in pockets, concealed, alas most women did not agree with her so she needed a bag and several pairs of those iconic red bottomed shoes. She had liked this brand for years, she at one point went to this same location before but that was before and she had not had any money at all then.

Going into the store, she bought several pairs of boots, high heeled boots and a number of high heeled shoes. She didn't even look at the price tags, she was grateful that she was not paying for all of this and that the black card in her pocket did the magic for her. She also grabbed a small brown purse, nothing overly cumbersome, but enough to fit, grenades, TNT charges or a small broken down machine gun. This would be a good thing to hide weapons and she knew it... After visiting several stores, the sun was starting to set. The "Davostani Businesswomen", now walked back to her car, her cart filled with tens of thousands of dollars worth of clothing, shoes and other fashion items. The street was empty except for a large figure moving far ahead. She continued walking to her car, opened the trunk and started to put clothing in it. This task took several minutes and by this time and she was shutting her trunk when the man passed by, he looked at her starting from the bottom of her till he met her eyes. Westwind saw the look in his eyes, it meant trouble...

He stopped admiring what was before him and he said "You must be on your way down to the club", the man was a kind of hansom man with scrubby clothing, he smelled a little bit of alcohol. He continued as Erika closed her trunk and locked it, now returning the cart to the mall, some 2 blocks away. The man followed her the only sound heard was the quick steps of Westwind trying her best to hurry to the store, her heels making sharp noises against the pavement. After her came a lumbering sound of flat shoes walking clumsily on pavement.

She did not like this at all and was carefully feeling around in her coat to make ready her escape plan... She went to the store and returned the cart, then walked out, the man still waited for her, she stayed in the sight of the clerk inside before she said in a crisp, pissed off voice "What do you want?"

"You will take me to your club, the man said his voice becoming more demanding, his tone turning for the worse". At this point Westwind had several options up her sleeve, she could run but running in high heels was difficult, even if she had training in this exact scenario at the "Campus" along with all the other female spies, she could confront him and stop him, this option was in the middle of a high fashion neighborhood, and her cover would be blown, the third option would be to take the man to a random strip club and boot him out, however their was a 4th option, this one fit in to option 2 however it would be out of site.

Erika, quickened her steps, expecting the large man to follow her, he did. He clearly was under the effect of alcohol, Westwind could tell, he wasn't a spy or anyone who was trained in anything, he was merely an opportunistic scummy person... As they walked he started talking, apparently to Erika "Don't you worry darling I will take good care of you", and other taunts. Westwind knew at this point exactly what she would do to him. Turning the corner towards her car she noticed a group of teenage boys sitting on a bench their heads turned, nudging each other, probably because they had just spotted a attractive blonde nearby, or the fact that this blonde was being trailed by a 6 foot tall, 300 pound man. The boys watched but were too far away for Westwind to see their expressions. As she approached her car she turned around, the large man stopped too. They faced each other, Erika said in broken Dolgavan "Listen, Mr. I do not want to have trouble with you, please just leave me alone, it will be best for you that way".

The man suddenly flipped like a light switch, from a dumb man to someone who was acting, he said in a cold voice "You listen to me [REDACTED] I am not going to take sass from you, tonight will be on my rules and you will obey me, got that. You can do nothing and you and I will have a pleasant evening together at my place".... Westwind was done... really done... This man was going to take her somewhere, probably do things without consent, and illegally and maybe do something like kill her... She was not going to be pushed around by this man. He continued his speech "If you approach this with a positive attitude it will go well, you are not the first one I have done business with..."

The anger inside Westwind was getting worse and worse, it bubbled up like a massive volcano about to strike... Her motions stayed calm and she reached into her pocket, pretending to loosen her coat, instead she grabbed for her "backup plan"...

5 minutes later Westwind stood by her car exhausted and shaking, at her feet a 6 foot 5 man lay unconscious and close to death... The fight had been quick and short, to Westwind's surprise she didn't have to kill him, however he got lucky that she hadn't pulled the trigger. She had instead decided to fight him and knock him out, this was accomplished easily as she took off her heels, and became much more nimble and quicker than he was. She had struck at him, giving him 2 clean punches to the face, before he even knew what hit him. She had decked him twice more with her fists and had kicked him straight in his private area before going behind him and doing the final blow She then had put him in a strangle hold around the neck and used a pressure point at the base of his spine where his neck met the spine, she had climbed onto his back and done this using her sharp finger nails to cut in deep... It had worked. He passed out. For good measure she bashed the man's head into the concrete sidewalk to make sure he would not only pass out but stay that way, preferably until unmarked Dolgavan police arrived. She had already alerted them... She got up, off the curb and finished catching her breath, felt around and her pistol had not even budged in her coat, she slipped on one of her new pairs of Georges Velafour heels and stepped into her car, She swept her blonde hair out of her eyes in one swift motion and started the car, looking up the street the group of teenage boys sat on their bench their mouths gaping open, they had not believed their eyes, a 5 foot 4 women had just made a 6 foot 6 man look like punching bag. Westwind acknowledged the boys and as soon as she drove out of site, reported to the unmarked police that those boys would need to be talked to...

Westwind's shopping trip had been one of the craziest experiences of her life but she at this point and time could only pat herself on the back, she had protected herself well and she was prepared for anything or anyone that was stupid enough to get in her way...

To Be Continued...

[alaskancrabpuffs21]

12:00 July, 13th 4884 Woltten Steet Aikums, Dolgvava

Agent Westwind was walking in the shadows, the shadows of large buildings that lined the streets of Downtown Aikums. Agent Westwind was 21 years old but her face looked of a women in her late 30's early 40's. There was good reason for this. About 3 months ago a women came to the Aikums, Police accusing the Thetanist Elite of abusing her. She had told a compelling story and the word got out. Previous evidence showed that the Thetanist Church in Dolgava had been a money maker extraordinaire and the Government knew something fishy was up. Westwind's job was to act like the lady that had come to the police, Maria Opik. Her blonde hair was in a tight bun as well and a cover was over her hair, she wore a brown wig that was very similar to the real Maria Opek. For months, hairdressers and makeup artists had taught Westwind how to set herself up for success and she had passed several easy preliminary tests. Now that the leader of the Thetans was in town, Ronald Montgomery. He had spent a while in Dolgava last year and he seemed to enjoy going to Dolgava. Westwind's job was to become a Thetan, to become part of the organization it was her mission to destroy. She walked down the street, her red dress waving slightly in the midsummer's breeze. She was wearing the most expensive clothing a Dolgavan women could afford. Her removable face mask looked identical to the real life Maria Opek and she had visited the same police station several weeks ago to test it out, they could not tell the difference.

As she approached the large Thetanist Church, a large building that looked more like a modern art palace than a religious organization place. Maria walked to the large glass doors, above her head 3 quarters of the way up was a large golden cross with spikes coming out of it... Maria being a Hosian tried to not roll her eyes at this and walked into the building. The main lobby was empty except for a lady working at the desk. Maria pulled out of her handbag a ID card and handed it to the desk...

The older women took it and punched a few numbers on the keyboard, then she looked as Maria and then back at the card "You haven't been with us for 8 months, What caused you to be absent?"

Maria had already planned this out she said "I had a sick relative I needed to attend to and I really couldn't"... she was immediately interrupted by the older lady.

"Yes Yes, but it is still strange that someone as high up as yourself would just vanish for 8 months. Oh well, you don't have to convince me, you know it is official policy to do an extra long session of auditing today, I hope you find the time to do that!" She finished with a sneer and called someone on the phone, and handed Maria a piece of paper, "Go down the hall I have someone waiting for you". Maria nodded and walked through the door, now Maria would have to endure auditing, despite her training in countering physiological warfare and mind games she still felt nervous, what could the possibly do to her?"
14:00 March 21st 4885 Dolgavan Thetanist HQ

Today was a big day for Maria. 8 months of auditing, attending Thetanist lectures and other stuff had been draining on her soul and mind. Thetanism was a organization that drove even the best to their limits. Several times Maria had wanted to use her concealed handgun but better judgement had kept her calm... Today it was all paying off, she was going to meet the Director of Thetanism, the face of the religion, Ronald Montgomery. Ronald had a charismatic personality, that of a crazed dictator meets a game show host. Maria walked down the same hallway as she had always done for months, carrying a small handbag in one hand and walking behind a elder of the church. She had spent over 10,000 DOLS to get to this point and she felt slightly nervous but mainly focused on her task at hand. She was trying to gain any edge, any information and to get as close to Ronald as possible. She knew that he was one of this hit or miss kind of people and that she had one shot to do it right.

The end of the hallway saw several flights of stairs and a elevator, the elder and Maria choose to take the latter going up to the fourth floor of the complex. Maria remembered every turn she went and visualized it on a map and remembered the specific box code she was in, if she needed help to send in Dolgavan special forces to lock the building down she needed to relay this information.

The walked down another hall to ta large golden door. The Golden door showed many Thetanist symbols ingrained into it. The elder knocked on the door. From inside Maria heard running of feet the shutting of a door and the sound of a voice saying "Come in!" Maria walked inside and found herself in the personal office of Ronald Montgomery. Ronald looked at Maria, starting at her head, going to her feet, he awkwardly stared at her feet for what seemed like an eternity until their eyes met. His blue eyes clouded in mystery, his grin was that of a used car salesmen and his hair, was swept to one side, on his cheek the stained remains of lick stick left a soft imprint on his cheek. Maria made a note of this.

After admiring Maria for some time Ronald spoke "You have done great things for Thetanism Maria, you are a perfect example of a loyal, strong and may I say beautiful Thetanist". He stopped stared at Maria once more for a long time and said "You may go", to the elder. The elder walked out, leaving Maria and Montgomery alone, Ronald motioned for Maria to sit in a large chair next to his desk and she did. Then he spoke again "I am very happy to meet you, I know that you made a comeback to Thetanism and I have to say I am proud of you". He smiled, the used car salesman vibe starting to get so thick in the air, that you could smell the car lot. He then bent over and said "So what is your plan with the church?"

Maria was not expecting this but she took it in stride "Well, I want to grow in the knowledge of Thetanism and its teachings and I would love to learn from you as well. I have gone clear officially and I would love to get deeper in my faith".

Ronald's face lit up like a light bulb and he started speaking, however something caught Maria's eye, and she stopped paying attention to Ronald. On the floor near his desk a section of pink cloth laid, it was familiar and Maria knew it, it was underwear, women's underwear. This made Maria sweat, she knew what this man was doing and she did not want to get taken advantage of, however she had a role to play and she focused back on Ronald once more...

"I would be delighted if you could meet me for lunch next Wednesday?" Ronald said as he took a breath after talking for quite some time".

As much as Maria hated this, and did not want to spend time with this man she knew she had to do it... She nodded and said "Of course",

To that Ronald said "Excellent" before showing Maria the door, he clamped his hand on Maria's shoulder and said "Good time talking and I cannot wait to get to know you better soon". He shut his large golden door and Maria followed the elder back down to the lobby, she hated this man and this organization and her resolve to destroy this place only grew...

To Be Continued.....

[alaskancrabpuffs21]

11:30 Febuary, 2nd 4885 Villiage of Kokksa, Northern Dolgava

The small village of Kokksa was a blip on any map of Dolgava. It a place so out of the way and forgotten, no Prime Minister or Royal figure had visited it. However people here didn't care. In fact the people here liked it that way. The community was peaceful, calm and a great place to live and work in. Everyone knew each other, and if they wanted to visit to see famous people they could drive 1 hour hour south to Noversk to do it. Egon Kuusk was the town butcher. He had his meat market that sold and produced many kinds of meets, from liverwurst, to Kielbasa and everything in between. He specialized in sausage making. His favorite and best known type was Dorvish Weisswurst, which was very popular and eaten regularly in Dolgava. Today he sat on the side of the main street setting up his cart. During breakfast and lunch hour he would do this to give the people at their occupations something hot and delicious to eat on the go. It was not only convenient for them but it grossed a lot of income for Egon.

Egon's father, grandfather and great-grandfather before him had worked at the meat market. It had been a family business for generations. Egen was not a tall man, his most recent physical reported back that he was 175 cm (5 foot 9) tall. He had a round face with a bright smile that made his him a very good salesman. He had deep blue eyes and had grey, salt and pepper hair that was receding slightly. His hands were cracked and wrinkled from all of the hard work that he had done in his 56 years of life. His son who was our of college was working back at the shop preparing sausage for sale. Egon had a modest cart. He had 4 choices for sausage and several toppings to put on them. The February snow was in no mood to melt any time soon and Egon was bundled up in several layers of fleece and warm clothing. He looked around, seeing he streets of the village empty, a group of people were further down the street but walking away from Egon's cart. To the Left of him was the central square of the village. On the left side of this square sat the Luthorian Church, its steeple casting a faint shadow over the central village square next to the large wooden door was a poster board with and event advertising a feast in honor of Saint Matthais .

Egon's eyes continued to wander as the sausages heated up in his cart. The many stone buildings lined the streets of the village they were much older than Egon and he knew every stone of them. Looking beyond the buildings he saw the rolling hills of Northern Dolgava. On one of them cows were trying to get at the grass under the inch or so layer of snow that covered them their breath floated into the sky like small tiny clouds before vanishing into the freezing air. Looking further he saw a the local Patriachal church which was located on a hill overlooking the town and next to it an old robber baron castle now turned into a monk monastery. His eyes focused back to the task at hand. He opened up the sausage cooker and the most wonderful smell of sausage and hot air greeted his nose. It overwhelmed him and his throat began to salivate, he never got tired of this job.

Closing the lid again caused the source of heat to escape and the fragments of steam still in the air fought a losing battle against the cold outside air before, just like the cow breath on the hill, it gave into the cold Febuary air. Egon looked down the street once more and saw a figure walking towards him he wore a large brown coat and a wide brimmed hat. Egon ignored this and checked his watch, it read 11:43, still 15 minutes till the crowd of hungry bakery workers and others started to show up. Egon looked again the large figure kept coming closer and closer and closer, until.... He was standing in front of the cart.

"Sveiciens!", the man said his eyes brown and large.

Egon in his professional manner greeted him back and said "Please read the menu and you can pick what you like, if you want more kinds I would suggest going there", he gestured to his shop behind him "We have all kinds of Dorvish, Dolgavan and Trigunian sausages for sale however I cannot cook them at this time, what you see is what you get".

"Ah", the man said in a thick Trigunian accent "Well I would like the the Blutwurst, with mustard and kraut of course". His Trigunian accent really making his speech very discernible and slower than most Dolgavan speakers. Egon grabbed a large sized Blutwurst from his grill and placed it with a steaming pile of kraut and a tube of mustard and gave it to the man.

The man thanked Egon and then hesitated putting down his meal, now in a cardboard box. He said "I have a request, however"... he reached into his jacket and pulled out a small sub machine gun out of his coat and pointed it at Egon... he continued "I would not like this part ever repeated".

Egon's heart was racing, he was staring down the end of a machine gun and his pistol was of course, back in the shop almost 100 feet away. He calmly collected himself and said "What is the request?"

The tall man responded asking "Do you know a man by he name of Anatoliy Mesovitch, he told me to meet me in this town and I have yet to find him?"

Egon knew most everyone in this town and he knew the man in question, he lived on the outskirts of town and came from Trigunian decent, not much else was known about him because he kept his life to himself. Egon responded "Take a left down this street and he lives in a large house with a Red door, you won't miss it, it is let me think?", he paused calculating the number of houses it was to his manor and said "It is 6 houses down that street", he pointed down the street that the intersected with the Luthorian Church.

The man put away the sub machine gun grabbed his box of food and said "Thank You for being honest" and then grabbing out of his coat, he grabbed a stack of DOLS and placed them on the cart "I hope this will help make ends meet for you", he tipped his cap and walked down the street, leaving nothing but his large footprints, which added to the collage of other footprints that cris crossed in the snow.