A Battle Unseen

[Auditorii]

Bernhoff Building, 179 Franz Wagener Straße, Eppen, Haldor

"Who knows about it?" Spoke Fabian Volker von Färber who currently served as the Reichsführer of the Volksdundorfische Cultural Association, an organization that had grown in importance and significance over the past several decades. It remained the pre-eminent organization for Reichsdundorfische, Volksdundorfische and Auslanddundorfische throughout the world and yielded considerable influence and wealth spread throughout many business ventures. For the most part the VDKV remained an apolitical organization, despite its ties to various governments they did nothing to get directly involved, they remained a social organization for the most part. In some senses, that would change but in others it would remain the same. The VDKV had members from all parts of society, from poor to heads of state and government. At the current meeting was Reichsleiter Xaver von Kielholz of the Foreign Dundorfian Office, Oberstgruppenführer and Reichsleiter Lutz Hönigswald of the Head Protection Office which controlled the various Self-Protection Associations throughout Artania, Reichsleiter Joachim Bahr of the Main Welfare Office for Ethnic Dundorfians and several others, including the Reichsführer himself.

"Short of us in this room, those who are implementing it. We've got several dozen former members of the State Security Service, the Military Security Service and the Foreign Intelligence Service currently. We have gained several important allies in the Federal Intelligence Agency, the new Government Protection Office and the police, both investigative and on the street. Most of them are loyal Social Nationalist and are dedicated to the cause." Dressed in his brown political uniform with black and white collar patches bearing the Dundorfian Eagle, one leg crossed over the other with a binder in his hand Reichsleiter von Kielholz sat comfortably in the dimly lit room where the meeting was taking place. "...and what is it being called precisely?" Spoke the Reichsführer. The temporary silence was broken when Oberstgruppenführer Lutz Hönigswald chimed in from across the room as he stared out onto the street warmly lit Dorvish street. "Geheimdienst"

Another silence fell over the room. The Geheimdienst would operate throughout the globe gathering intelligence for those within the VDKV, it would operate throughout the world and feed information back to the central office of the Geheimdienst, but none would officially recognize its existence or admit it existed. "Ostfirma has promised their full cooperation." Joachim von Auspitz-Topol, a representative of the Main Economic and Administrative Office spoke up. "We've finally made amends enough with the neglected Easterners." Joachim looked down at his glass of Dundorfian brandy and swirled the glass around. von Kielholz spoke up regarding that situation "We're going to approach the Kazulians and offer them Auslanddundorfische status, we're also going to see what can be done regarding Hulstrian's classification after all this time and Hulstro-Trigunians and see if they fit into the Auslanddundorfische requirements. That should give us a much needed boost in the east and we're actively exploring other options."

"We're announcing the new organization sometime this month, likely towards the end of the month. I'd like for all of you to be there. The structure has done well, but I think it needs some desperate reform." The Reichsführer drew everyones attention as he spoke from behind a grand, ornate wooden desk. "As many of you know the Reich Labor Service will be going into full effect, a program meant to employee Dundorfians throughout the world as a means to bring them closer to our way of thinking. It will be placed underneath the Main Economic and Administrative Office, we are actively exploring a humanitarian office meant for projects throughout the world, we are planning also a pro-union organization meant to organize and unify those who would otherwise fall to Socialism and Communism underneath our banner. Several of your current offices are underneath review and duties might be divided up even further, I expect your full cooperation. Dorvik might be struggling, but we aren't."

[Axxell]

Castello dei Borromesi, Estate of the Presidency of the Republic, municipality of Rocca Bassa, Sarregna, Istalia

"Finally we arrived, I'd had enough, I hate the helicopter... " Mariani thought looking down the building with its three closed courts approaching.
The helicopter landed on the runway on the terrace which overlooked the oriental gardens and so, helped by an attendant as well as from his stick, Mariani came down from the helicopter and walked toward the man in suits waiting for him on the track.
"Welcome Mr. Mariani, I hope you had a good trip"
"Mmm... Not really, you know... My leg"
"I hope you're healing, the femur they tell me it takes time"
"Almost as before in anyway"
"I'm glad, then, the Pre dent awaits"
They walked toward the building, a residence rather than a castle, the long red brick facade punctuated by geometric white marble, but they did not enter, they continued along the terrace that surrounded the building and reached the north-eastern corner, where It stretched a large swimming pool.
The President was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, gray shorts and watched his grandchildren playing, sitting under an umbrella in the shade while the rest of the family bustled around the barbecue.
When he heard the footsteps behind him, he turned and got up smiling going towards the guest.
"Roberto, welcome, how's your leg?"
"Soome twinge but is recovering well... ah... I'm an old man!" He exclaimed bitterly.
"Not yet as long as it is not old that!" Verhoeven said pointing to the head.
"Come back to say me this when you too will not be able to stand on your legs! You had to see me! Because two drops of water on the floor look what happened to me!"
"From this I do not keep you longer standing too long" Mariani also sat under an umbrella on a chair next to Verhoeven.
"They grew up" Mariani said watching the grandchildren of Verhoeven.
"Every time I see them they are higher!" said the President smiling.
"And this reminds me that I also have a family and I'll be late for Christmas dinner, so I'll direct Lorenzo: you know why I'm here?"
"Because of as President of Federindustria you came here to do the messenger of those who elected you"
"I xould not wait! I would like see you rather a week ago in Romula when I called you, but now we are here: do you hope that no one will say anything?"
"Was me to said them to behave as they behaved in Kalopia?"
"Tell me with whom they had to work? Explain to me from who had to buy and with who to trade in Kalopia? It's the fault of our companies if kalopians letting go to hell any laws? And I would like to recall that Mossavi is the only region where the slavery is almost non-existent "
"Almost..." said the President cold.
"They are nor able to create same laws for all on their own and foreign companies should do it for them? Even in Mossavi there are places and communities which do what they want... All not specifically business communities do what they want! And even if we are heavily penetrate in Mossavi, more than 80% of the territory is made up of independent communities with which we deal"
"But you have to understand the reason for all this! I knew it, the Social Democrats have done what I was expecting, and would you let all companies left from Kalopia? I do not think I should be the one to tell you what it means Kalopia for us!"
"No..." Mariani looked resigned.
"The conditions in Kalopia are unique and we are the most inserted economy! Experiments, research, investment 98% profitable, no regulation and no state to demand anything, not to mention the fact that every company that counts in the world is present and there wallows great"
"And all kings of trades..."
"You said it! Even too much and there are things that make you forget your pocketmoney, especially to those who buys from you! And slavery is one of those things"
"In any case I do not think was necessary to call in the military"
"And instead yes! Right now they are the only ones who can handle the situation! A civil administration would have been torn apart by political conflict and we must above all keep safe our interests, we will also have men and means to seek and destroy the Revolutionary Front"
"I heard that arises a party with the same name which was nominated for the consultative meeting... or how they call it now..."
"Yes, in fact we are investigating ..."
"And tell me, now those which I represent what should they do? Get tried for something they did not? We had to impose istalian law in Wantuni? The prosecution did not win easily this trial, but only for the image... we have much to talk about ... Lorenzo tell you: they told me that if they sink you will hereafter... All!"
"He does not we are nationalizing companies, continue to have their revenues and will not be a definitive measure! But ... Roberto ... Let them know you: all this is for them as for the rest of the country! All that we are doing to protect our nation, our people, our society and our economy! We are well, we just need to have a little 'patience ... "
"For what?"
"To destroy the Revolutionary Front, to forget all this about Kalopia and resume our lives everyday"
"The Eilomax is talked about all over the world, do not forget to Kalopia so easily"
"But at least we will not have anything to repent or be ashamed, and no one will bother us, in fact, our companies will be extolled, and why not ... Maybe they will also support biaogno to defeat slavery ..."
"The Eilomax still will not do forever the good and the bad weather in Wantuni! If any Communist faction or something were to one day take power? It was a bit 'I wanted to talk to you about this thing"
"I thought of that"
Mariani looked intrigued Verhoeven waiting for her to continue:
"Who represents I think he thought such a possibility, right? Well, will have to work! They will reduce the importance that Wantuni, we will have to do it all ... The Armed Forces are preparing a program that will subject to Federindustria next year, over the last twenty years we have definitely penetrated all major markets and we must focus on those! But first we have to calm things down in Kalopia and Patria and even your friends will have to do their part "
"They want security, not promises"
"The Military Extraordinary Administration is their safety! Or do they prefer deal with socialist and radical?"
"They also want to be reassured from me"
"And I have to reassure you"
"If I'm not sure they will not too! I have shares of most of them by the way and a poolside chat will not be enough"
"Yes ... I guess we should focus it... come on, we will speak better inside"
They got up and walked to one of the ground floor doors of the residence and then disappeared into the shadows which was black sinkhole due the strong external light.

[Oakwood]

Vilaĝo de la Justulo; Hesperio, Federation of Zardugal.

Maria Nasir, former Queen of Barmenia, sat in the lavish villa which she had inherited from her mother. This was, of course, but one of the many properties she owned within Zardugal; there were entire city sized metropolises, built during the reign of Emperor Calixtus, which had now fallen to her ownership. Beside her sat her daughter, the former Crown Princess, Anne of Barmenia. Around them was a flurry of activity; Augustan and Mallan servants ready as ever to serve their masters and mistresses. Indeed, it was assured that despite their fall from grace, the former royal family had no need to worry about comfort; that was, after all, something nearly two hundred trillion in Barmenian currency could buy.

"Your Grace?" asked a man, whose name she didn't know "May I serve you some wine?"

"Yes." said the woman; her feature still pleasing to the eye "Pour a half measure, if you will."

[Axxell]

Salone degli Arazzi (meeting room of the Presidency), Quattroregni Palace, Romula, Istalia

Around the long table that occupied almost the entire Salone degli Arazzi, the National Defense Council had been convened in emergency as soon as the news of the arrest and mutilation of 12 Istalians in Jelbania had arrived in Istalia.
Again Jelbania's Khan had been guilty of atrocities against some Istalians and this time, especially the military, anger was overflowing and ignoring Jelbania was no longer a viable option.
President Berlusconi had clearly expressed his support for the military who were now crying out to take further steps against Jelbania, a position supported by the Foreign Minister too who had diligently pointed out that the government forces were as weak as never before but also that in the west of the country the Metzist rebels were taking advantage of the recent clashes between the northern clans and those loyal to the Khan.
"I believe that sending them arms and weapons now is no longer enough and I believe that our military high ranks will agreed with me saying that serious criticality are emerging in the organization and in the rebels' tactics" he drew a look in search of assent to the heads of the Staff of the Armed Forces.
"They have discipline issues, little experience in guerrilla tactics and those they know are something that in the rest of the world is no longer seen for centuries!" said the Chief of Defense Staff General Claudio Santalamazza "We can even begin to send ground-to-ground missiles, but if they continue to be massacred in that way it will be all worthless"
"It will only benefit for the Communists!" exclaimed President Berlusconi who uttered the word 'communists' with pure disgust "We already have Deltaria, the largest country in Majatra, ruled by communists and other communists are increasingly gaining power in Kalopia-Wantuni, so allow other Communists to take power even in Jelbania is something that we just have to stop at any cost! "
"The third fleet will depart within a few months" the Chief of Staff of Navy said "and at the beginning of next year it will be in the Kalopian waters, from there until Jelbania are a few days of sailing and we will be able to operate without much difficulty: The staff of General Santalamazza and of the Naval Command has prepared a tactical support plan for the rebels "
"Should we start launching missiles on Jelbania?" finally asked the President of the Council Cecconi , who, since he belonged to the Demoistalians, had tried to convince the President to opt for an approach that did not involve the armed forces, but with little success in effect "we will have against half of the international community in this way! "
"Our submarines have high stealth capabilities Mr. President of the Council and..."
"So then your idea is to launch the rock and then hide our hand? Is this the proposed solution?"
"For the second time they mutilated Istalian citizens!" The President of the Republic blurted out "for the second time they have showed their barbarity! It is no longer acceptable to remain watching without doing anything"
"In any case, strike with some missile will the Khanate's positions will not suffice" repeatedly said the Chief of Defense Staff "the way to do the war of the Jelbek clans puts us in the condition of having a limited range of goals, the attacks against the Khanate installations will cover some depot ammunition and infrastructures, which, however, are still limited in Jelbania. Admiral Cristoforetti has exposed something we can do to support the rebels, but obviously can not be the solution "
"We should send somebody in the field to assist the rebels, organize tactics and strategies, gather information and show them the use of weapons and equipment" said the Defense Minister.
"Do we want to risk the life of other Istalians?" President of the Council replied.
"Is the best help we can give him right now, unless the Presidency of the Council wants to propose an open war against the Khanate" said the Director of DESIS with a certain sarcasm, a man of fifty years, a rafinate look and elegant clothes, with a well cut beard just around the mouth and grizzled hair with impeccable cut.
"The Major State of Defense supports the Director Berni" said General Santalamazza supporting the head of the Intelligence together the rest of the Major States.
"The decision lies with the President!" Berni added, turning his eyes to Berlusconi, who asked without hesitation:
"When can we proceed?"
"Just give me the go-ahead and our men can reach the rebels in less than four days, I have already selected the most suitable men, they will be led by an AISER agent of Jelbek origin who speaks very well the language and I believe who will be perfectly compatible with the locals.
"And what will we say if they are captured? We will receive strong international criticism for our interference, not to mention Vanuku and Zardugal" continued Cecconi with his attempts to oppose the position of the others.
"Vanuku does not seem too interested at this time, with the advent of the Republic, Vanuku's foreign policy seems to have been resized but I am convinced that they would not want a communist regime on their borders and Zardugal too" replied the Foreign Minister.
Berlusconi addressed the Head of Diplomacy: "our ambassadors in Vanuku and Zardugal have to begin to evaluate the situation and therefore, with discretion, they must try to alert their governments to the possibility of a red tide across central Majatra: we need to know how they will react"
"I will contact our ambassadors as soon as possible"
"Well, Director Berni, prepare the men of the AISER, I want a direct line with the leader of the rebellion" so he addressed the Chief of Staff of the Air Force:
"General Mattivi, we have to triple the work of our satellites, we must guarantee to our men on the field a constant update on the movements of the forces of the Khanate"
"Yes, Mr. President, I would also suggest to double the UAVs which will be sent with the III fleet, some Khan's divisions are going up north along the coast, we should keep the area under control much more carefully, we could risk being cut off"
"So be it!"
"Mr. President" retook the stage Berni "rather... with regard to the Communists? We should keep informed about their moves and with them it will be easier to enter some of our men, foreign fighters from around the world are coming to Jelbania to joining the communists"
"Yes, absolutely, we must keep an eye on them"
"it will be done"
"Well, it's decided!"
Cecconi had been totally marginalized now, Berni's influence was well known among the highest official of the Government and with the support of the Liberal Progressives and the military he could have done little on his own.
The meeting then continued for a while allowing Berni and the armed forces to continue explaining their plans and seeing other data on the situation in Jelbania.

[Maxington]

12:01, Mukhin Yaroslavovich's Office, Abandoned Factory, Vrnésrtràp, Nemawar, Jelbania.

Anatoliy drank his lukewarm milk tea, persistently watching the individual who sat opposite to him with a face of discontent. He had been in Jelbania for so long, he had not known that the State Security Directorate was no more, and that other agencies had risen in its place. For more than twenty-five years he effortlessly hunted down the members of the Qujarc Horde, the persons responsible for the Zarvospolic War. Although the then State Security Directorate arrested and imprisoned a hefty majority of the hordes men back in Trigunua, it became evident to them that the Qujarc Horde was not defunct. For Kirdan and Mukhin Yaroslavovich were believed to have been reforming the Horde, mainly out of retired Jelbanian militiamen and former members of the Temrkids Clan. To have the offspring of Kirdan Yaroslavovich sitting in front of him, Anatoliy knew that the final nail in the coffin for his time in Jelbania would be coming to an end very soon.

“My grandfather and my father both worked effortlessly to shape this clan into what it is now, and I do not intend on altering the objective of this clan because of your proposal.” Dmitriy said sternly to Anatoliy, a face of pure anger grew and eventually swallowed his previously mellow facial characters. “By the snip of my finger, I can order the death of someone; I can order the seizure of home, children, women and richest far beyond what you have proposed to me.” He continued rubbing a gold ringer which rest on his slim fingers. “Why must I fight for the people who once tried to murder both my father and my grandfather? Why must I commit such a betrayal against my father and my grandfather?” He questioned as he tapped the mahogany desk furiously.

Anatoliy fixated his suit jacket and began speaking, “You know my abilities and you know the abilities of the people I work for. Whereas you could order the killing of one person, I can order the genocide of an entire ethnicity. Whereas you can order the seizure of richest, I can order the seizure of power, something more influential than richest.” Anatoliy chastised. “Just as your grandfather was tortured and mutilated, the same will happen to you, and in a similar manner (just as your father) you cannot respond, because you know my superiors and the army of specialists behind them with come crashing down on your house.” He leaned in closer to Dmitriy, “I am asking you to work for me and my superiors, I am ordering you. I do not take “no” for an answer. I dare you to say no to me and to my superiors, I will personally dipped your balls in lye (Sodium hydroxide). If you don’t show up with your Horde in Kirillovsk by next month, I will have my superiors send in the Scalp hunters and begin systematically killing off the members of you “clan” an even your family.” Anatoliy concluded before walking out of the room with a face of pure anger.

[Maxington]

11:09, Basement of the Home of the Director of the FIA, Southern Beleco, Endiraho, Zardugal.

Most the hierarchy in the Intelligence Community had congregated in the basement of the home of the Director of the Federal Intelligence Agency, after being informed of a potential crisis which could explode into extraordinary proportions. Communism in the vicinity of the Federation was considered a threat against the national security stance of the country by the President, and it became clear to the intelligence community that with this movement increasing in momentum, it would be efficient for a counter-offensive against its influence be formed.

“There is nothing my department can do, if the rest of you are to initiate what I believe you will, this will not be an offensive against a technology opponent, and it would be against one who would have the advantage over us, due the fact that he would not use technology as a means of advancing his chances for success.” The Director of the Zardic Communications Agenda said, folding his arms as a gesture to show that he can’t do anything to at least assist. “There is something you can do,” said the Director of the Federal Intelligence Agency, “They are bound to use a cellphone for some unknown purpose, it would be your task to intercept these phone calls and rely with us what these phone calls entail.” He continued. “The Istalians are getting up in arms with this, they don’t like the presence of communists in the region. I believe we both share the same mind-set. We have communists in Delteria, Jelbania and Kalopia, three nations with a track record for internal instability.” He concluded, before allowing for the Director of the General Military Intelligence Office to speak.

“Naval Intelligence (through signals intelligence from a SIGNIT vessel) intercepted communications from what appeared to be an Istalian Naval Task Force, being deployed in the vicinity of Kalopia. I recognize the fact that this is a power play by the Istalians, and I do believe that there is a way to counter. Now we are not cooperating with the Istalians on many matter, thus it is imperative that we know everything that comes out of the radio and telecommunications outlets of that nation.” The Director looked at the Chief of Naval Intelligence. “I believe that a request can be made from the navy to push one of its nuclear submarines into the area and to also push a SIGNIT vessel closer to the task force. It would give us the necessary intelligence needed as to their intentions.” He concluded as he received a confirmatory nod from the Chief of Naval Intelligence. The Director of the Federal Intelligence Agency stood once more to speak. “We may have the options of electronic warfare and signals intelligence covered, but human intelligence is a key point. I have alerted for the re-initiation of the deployment of field offices throughout Majatra and great regions. If needed I can deploy the Special Affairs Unit and with the assistance of Army Intelligence’s own Alternate Intervention Division, where after regime change would be the main focus.” He paused before looking at the various persons around the table. “Our objectives are to ensure the decline in the influence of communism and to keep the Istalian Intelligence Community in check. Failure is not an option now.” The FIA Director said before leaving the room, thus gesturing the meeting was concluded.

[Maxington]

OOC: [Bust]

[Maxington]

OOC: [Bust]

[Maxington]

Undisclosed location.

“I thought that I had the promise of the Foreign Bureau that we will see the return of our people?” the seeming stressed Statsminister said in a depressing tone. “Can that not be done? We have destabilized Xsampa, we have destabilized Mikuni-Hulstria, we have destabilized a host of countries through our work, but something as simple as this we cannot get done?” the Statsminister chastised as he looked at those seated around here. “What is the purpose of forming an agency aimed at ensuring its people’s protection when that can’t be done?” he continued, her eyes fixated on the Director of the Foreign Bureau. “Whilst the rest of the world is focusing on either fixing their economies there are trapped Kazulians in the MRSF, and the world couldn’t care less for its own people.” The Inspector-General of the Army broke in, “We have responded, we have intensified troop numbers, send naval and military equipment.” However this was brought to an immediate stop by the Statsminister, “But how is that going to ensure the security of the people? What more is it going to do than escalate the situation? It is because of the failures of the previous Statsministers we are in this mess!” Ingebretsen slammed the table in anger.

“But it is still a response.” The Inspector-General of the Army tried to explain. “This is not about mounting a response that would escalate tensions in the region. This is about the return of our people.” Ingebretsen responded. “They want to hurt our people, they intend on keeping them under their watch until he compromise on our protection of those whom we have nurtured. Everyone finds it necessary to negotiate with its own values and accords.” Ingebretsen concluded before starring into the distance. “The final decision is at my discretion. The Foreign Intelligence Service will assist the Foreign Bureau in returning our people from the MRSF. Its efforts will be aided through layers of intelligence from every intelligence agency at our disposal. The Foreign Intelligence Service and the Military Intelligence Service has permission to execute Article 79, diplomatic denial in the event of an accident is guaranteed.” The Ingebretsen concluded before leaving the room. Article 79 was a government statute which would allow for the intelligence services to make efforts to institute regime change in a given society. According to law, the government is obligated to give the actions conducted by the intelligence services (during the triggering of Article 79) unconditional political and logistical support, ensuring that secrecy of the operations is kept through any and all means necessary.
The Kingdom intends on bringing the MRSF to its knees, even if it means that it must be systematically.

9:08, Immigration Desk, International Airport, Baofluz, People's Democratic Republic of Jelbania.

The Border Guard starred tedious at Åsmund, trying to decipher the accuracy of his passport. He examined Åsmund’s every facial feature against the image on the passport. The Border Guard showed no emotion out of fear that it would compromise the fearful atmosphere which he had created with his stern-looking, emotionless face. “I see that you are from a member state of the MRSF, it is important that we work together, against the problems with plagues us all.” The border guard asked. “It has been the core principle of the MRSF to derail attempts against the cause. It is important that we put this principle into practice here in Jelbania.” Åsmund responded in approval of what the border guard questioned. The border guarded nodded (without a smile), and said, “Cause no problem,” before allowing for Åsmund to enter Jelbania.

He exited the border check point to meet a male figure standing in front of the door holding a sign which read, “Istvan Angelis,” obviously Åsmund’s cover and presumable the name which the border saw on the passport. Åsmund approached the man, who welcomed him with open arms. “Åsmund Manger?,” the man whispered as the two were locked in the brief exchange. Åsmund immediately broke off from the exchange to look at the man. He contemplated as to whether he had been compromised and as to whom the male was. He took a few paced back, to which the man felt a bit offended. “Don’t act like you don’t remember me.” The man shouted in Jelbanian. Åsmund starred at the man with a face of confusion and dismay. The man leaped forward to Åsmund and whispered once more, “It’s me Tobias. Don’t blow make this harder than it has to be?” At the mention of the name Åsmund immediately exchange greetings with Tobias. Tobias Aker has been a long-time friend of Åsmund, even before Åsmund’s entry into the Foreign Intelligence Agency. Much had changed since the two last saw each other, around fifteen years ago. Fifteen years ago Åsmund was a foreign language student with the aims of becoming a linguistics lecturer in a distant Dovanian university, now he is a field officer/interrogator for the Foreign Intelligence Agency. Tobias on the other hand was an aspiring political and social sciences student aiming to form a non-government think tank, now to the surprise of Åsmund he worked for the Information Dominance Unit as an Information Warfare Officer, a propaganda officer if you would say.

Tobias and Åsmund entered the car and left the airport. “So tell me what you have been doing lately.” Tobias questioned. “Well clearly not becoming a linguistics professor anymore.” Åsmund responded in a humorous manner, to which Tobias smiled at.“So what are you doing here?” Åsmund seemingly began interrogating Tobias. “I was sent here with some other people to induce a behavior into the local which is leftist friendly. Apart from that we are moving to influence the local militias into a mindset which would enable us to push our agenda.” Tobias responded. “So, basically Psychological Warfare against the militia and local population.” Åsmund said, as he tried to gradually weed out information out of Tobias. “Yes, exactly.” Tobias responded once more. “How do you intend on accomplishing that, these people are quiet hard headed.” Åsmund inserted. “They are hard headed towards external influence, but they are psychologically weak when it pertains to internal influence. We intend on pushing it through social media, posters and television. The figurehead of the PsyOps mission is Mukhin Yaroslavovich, Leader of the famed Qujarc Horde. "
Vuis en Dagger" (Fist and Dagger).” Suddenly what Tobias was saying became extremely interesting to Åsmund. Yaroslavovich being the leader of the Qujarc Horde, the paramilitary organisation known for its brutality against its opponents. The reason for Åsmund and the Foreign Intelligence Service's clandestine arrival in Jelbania was to get the Qujarc Horde on their side to topple the government in Jelbania. “I know that name has interest to you due to the fact that you are starring blindly out the window. But I must pop your bubble. He is not in Jelbania.”

Åsmund immediately realigned his attention at the mention of Tobias’s absence. “He left for some unknown reason, apparently how they get him in and out of the country is through shipping containers on private seaworthy barges. That's what your people told us.” Tobias explained. “I began thinking: Why would Yaroslavovich leave the country at the height of the tensions in the country where it is likely that he could score serious blows against the government? I thought to myself maybe he couldn't take the pressure of being actively hunted by Jelbic intelligence and simply left, but knowing his personality that would be an impossible display/portrayal of him..” Tobias pulled the car to the side to dig deeper into the conservation. “Through some connections in the Royal Communications Center, apparently from old Jelbic documents he has children. He is trying to hide them from the reach of Jelbic intelligence.” Tobias looked at Åsmund, expecting a face of amazement, a face which he did not receive. “This was already known, we have operatives in Zardugal observing the movement partners of his family members, whom he has all moved to a safe-house in the Zardic capital of Beleco” Tobias sighed with a face of disappointment. “But, with that thinking I could make it as a field agent for Foreign Intelligence.” Åsmund chuckled at the comment. “Today we will be meeting, with his associate and deputy, Kaarlo Karhu. He is of Danskhed decent.” Tobias concluded as the car entered a street with a seemingly massive palace style mansion seated at the end of it, presumably the headquarters of the Qujarc Horde.

[Maxington]

9:49, Home of Mukhin Yaroslavovich, Vrnésrtràp, Nemawar, Jelbania.

As the vehicle pulled up to the front gates, it was brought to a fault by an approaching guard. Tobias initiated a conversation with the gun wielding guard. “Jlekai! How is the wife?” he questioned. To the surprise of Åsmund, the initially stern looking guard shifting in emotional expression, with a smile swift conquering his face. “Which one?” he responded with a chuckle. “What are you doing here, I thought you had left?” Jlekai questioned. “Well I’m back now and I’ve brought a friend to see Mr. Karhu,” Tobias said as he introduced Åsmund to Jlekai. Jlekai leaned into the vehicle window to extend greetings to Åsmund, “Jlekai Grakhldkai, Aide-de-camp.” To which Åsmund responded, “Åsmund, Kazulian Intelligence,” Jlekai nodded his head in response to the greeting. “So you work with Mr. (Arnfinn) Sundet in your Kazulian intelligence?” Jlekai said in an interested tone. “Somewhat,” Åsmund responded. “With greeting settled, about us seeing Mr. Karhu. Is he in today?” Tobias asked Jlekai. To which Jlekai responded, “Certainly, he recently came back from his morning jog.” He concluded before taking some steps back from the vehicle as to prevent his foot from being run over. “Open the gates!” he shouted in Jelbanian, ordering two seemingly young guardsmen to open the grand entrance gates.

Jlekai gave a small salute, as is customary to do so for guests, closing the gate behind the car as it drove up the winding drive-way. At the doors to the palace’s interior they were met a guard and according to the facial expression of Tobias, he was new. Upon stepped out of the vehicle, they approached the guard who immediately barred them from entering the palace by stepping in front of the door and cocking his battle rifle as intimidation. “We are here to see Karhu,” Tobias explained. The young guardsman, similar to the immigration guard whom Åsmund has interacted with earlier at the airport, had no facial expression to give off a sense of weakness. “You are subject to search beyond his point, empty your pockets.” The young guard demanded. “They did not search us at the gate, so don’t even try that here.” Tobias responded. “You are subject to search beyond his point, Empty your pockets!” the young guard said in an aggressive tone. “They did not search me at the gate. They search everyone at the gate.” Tobias tried to explain. The young guard, losing patience, decided to point his battle rifle into the direction of Tobias. This was the fatal error the guard made.

Tobias swiftly deflected the battle rifle out of the line of fire, immediately grabbing handle of the battle rifle, kicking him in the groin and pulling it out of the hands of the guard entirely. He took a few steps back from the guard to make it clear to him that the table had turned. The guard, apart from being in pain from the groin shot, was dumbfounded at the speed of the maneuver. Tobias removed the magazine, cocked the gun to remove the already loaded bullet from the chamber, through both the magazine and the gun to the side. “Where did that come from?” Åsmund said, amazed at what Tobias had just done. “It seems that you aren’t the only one with tricks up their sleeve?” Tobias said before walking over the floored guard and into the mansion. Immediately the acoustics of the mansion was flooded by a Danskhed folk song, one which was familiar to Åsmund and Tobias. The scent of Hernekeitto filled the room, thus causes Tobias to walk towards the dining room. Upon entering the dining room they were greeted by a table filled with varying types of food, mostly of Danskhed origin. With Mukhin away, Karhu could do whatever he would like, even exploit his powers to the fullest extent. Arrangements such as this would never be allowed in Mukhin’s presence, for he saw the lavish life as the token for his years of work. “Sit gentlemen, although you are late, but please sit.” Karhu gestured for the two to sit at his left and right flanks. “We had to deal with your little guard at the front door.” Tobias replied.

“I see. No matter to me, he was a liability.” Karhu said shrugging off the fact that Tobias had injured one of his guards, which would usually constitute his death if Mukhin was present. “What is the purpose of your visit?” Karhu questioned Tobias. “Do you remember a few weeks ago I told you that I had a solution to your problems with the Red Claws? This is my friend Åsmund, he works for the Foreign Intelligence Service of my country and is willing to assist you, if you assist him.” Tobias concluded, making space for Åsmund to address Karhu. “We want to cut off the snake’s head, we want to target the Jelbic leadership.” Åsmund explained. Karhu paused, look at Åsmund as though he were mad. “You want to target the Jelbic leadership?” Karhu turned to Tobias and began speaking in Kazulian since constantly speaking Jelbic was a daunting task. “Why did you bring this mad man to me?” Karhu asked Tobias. Tobias did not offer a response to Karhu’s question. He sighed in frustration, after seeing how serious both men were about the task, “Very well, give me some names.” Karhu said, pouring a glass of wine for himself. “Jlekai Klunehnd, Emed Jezkrzi, Merlkai Bozujigumo, Klztn Mdre and members of the Politburo.” Åsmund outlined to Karhu. “All the names you have called are very important people in this society. Demigods if you’d say. Most of them are current here in Jelbania except for Merlkai Bozujigumo. He is in Kalopia talking to his counterpart on a joint arms deal between each other.” Karhu explained. “You want to target the Red Claws. This is a communist party, I hope you know that when one person falls two other persons rise up in his place. You will need help through numbers.” Karhu continued, pushing the notion that Åsmund needed his help. “You need manpower, cars, vans, weapons. We need money, I go about an old saying: To ensure the loyalty of your soldiers you must supply them with riches before yourself.” Karhu starred at Åsmund awaiting a response. “Anything you need we will provide.” Karhu said, pushing Åsmund to give a response. “I need weapons.” Åsmund concluded before getting up. Tobias followed him out the room, “That went well didn’t it?” Tobias questioned. Whilst setting back into the car Åsmund said, “Don’t get too comfortable with these people, once this is done our primary objective is to wipe them out.” He concluded before settling himself into the passenger seat.

As the vehicle pulled out of the compound and drove off, Åsmund noticed a tinted luxury car, which was parked at the side of the road, turn around and begin to tail them. There could be no other assumption for Åsmund to make but the luxury car which was now following was presumable the Vanukean SSA.