09-17-2023, 06:55 PM
Lauchenoirian External Intelligence Agency HQ, Melissa City
The agent walked normally along the corridor, as if he was meant to be here. Indeed, his very legitimate identification asserted this also. It was only in his mind that he did not belong, that gave away his very divided loyalties.
He had not intended to commit treason. It just sort of happened. He sat by and watched as the Lauchenoirian government grew weaker and weaker, allowing all sorts into the country and allowing those irritating activists to run wild. It was unconscionable to him that he should just sit by and let the country be run by weaklings!
And then, well, some discontented fellow agents got together. It happens, right? Well, and then Fleming got arrested, then Fleming defected to Xiomera, then Fleming got back in touch with his old network… and now he found himself working for Xiomera.
It wasn’t his plan, and it wasn’t ideal, and if he stopped to think about it too long this gnawing sense of doubt and horror would wiggle its way up his spine. In those instances he did what any sensible person would do, and got drunk, then went right back to it the next day.
Today, he had received new orders from Fleming. He was to acquire certain top-secret military documents and pass them back to Xiomera. These documents were hypothetical proposals for military situations that had not occurred, nor did anyone want them to occur. They were just there for the unexpected. Preparations for every eventuality. Except that they were written in the exact same style as preparations for things actually planned. Which could be very useful if one wished to imply that Lauchenoiria was about to do something dodgy.
Nothing much had come of the Canal Zone allegations. Nobody believed the word of a prisoner of war combined with far-fetched interpretation of the facts. This manufactured evidence, however, would be much harder for Lauchenoiria to refute once it was released. It was far more comprehensive, and had come within an inch of being used a few years back. That was what Fleming was counting on.
Xiomera could have sent terrorists to Lauchenoiria as they had Eiria and Huenya, but Lauchenoiria already had its own home-grown terrorism problem in the form of WOE, and people kept on living their lives regardless. Lauchenoiria needed softened up; people needed to distrust their government more. That was Fleming’s aim, to sow distrust.
Once the agent managed to pass the information back to Fleming in Xiomera, he would take it to Calhualyana to gain approval for the second part of his plan. There were many variables; and he did not know how it would play out in the end, but he knew one thing - it would play out badly for Lauchenoiria.
The agent walked normally along the corridor, as if he was meant to be here. Indeed, his very legitimate identification asserted this also. It was only in his mind that he did not belong, that gave away his very divided loyalties.
He had not intended to commit treason. It just sort of happened. He sat by and watched as the Lauchenoirian government grew weaker and weaker, allowing all sorts into the country and allowing those irritating activists to run wild. It was unconscionable to him that he should just sit by and let the country be run by weaklings!
And then, well, some discontented fellow agents got together. It happens, right? Well, and then Fleming got arrested, then Fleming defected to Xiomera, then Fleming got back in touch with his old network… and now he found himself working for Xiomera.
It wasn’t his plan, and it wasn’t ideal, and if he stopped to think about it too long this gnawing sense of doubt and horror would wiggle its way up his spine. In those instances he did what any sensible person would do, and got drunk, then went right back to it the next day.
Today, he had received new orders from Fleming. He was to acquire certain top-secret military documents and pass them back to Xiomera. These documents were hypothetical proposals for military situations that had not occurred, nor did anyone want them to occur. They were just there for the unexpected. Preparations for every eventuality. Except that they were written in the exact same style as preparations for things actually planned. Which could be very useful if one wished to imply that Lauchenoiria was about to do something dodgy.
Nothing much had come of the Canal Zone allegations. Nobody believed the word of a prisoner of war combined with far-fetched interpretation of the facts. This manufactured evidence, however, would be much harder for Lauchenoiria to refute once it was released. It was far more comprehensive, and had come within an inch of being used a few years back. That was what Fleming was counting on.
Xiomera could have sent terrorists to Lauchenoiria as they had Eiria and Huenya, but Lauchenoiria already had its own home-grown terrorism problem in the form of WOE, and people kept on living their lives regardless. Lauchenoiria needed softened up; people needed to distrust their government more. That was Fleming’s aim, to sow distrust.
Once the agent managed to pass the information back to Fleming in Xiomera, he would take it to Calhualyana to gain approval for the second part of his plan. There were many variables; and he did not know how it would play out in the end, but he knew one thing - it would play out badly for Lauchenoiria.
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