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It didn't Tlacelel long to figure out what was going on. The FG Vipers tried to pretend like Nishokia had died on the way out, it didn't take long of asking to dig out the truth. Nishokia had been given up to allow the rest of the group to leave. For the greater good? Indeed it was, but the FG Vipers were honorless thugs who turned over one of their own.

Tlacelel returned to Lao Sansong after he graduated from HNSG, he managed to place highly on the Sansongian National Exam and was accepted into Kanjshima Imperial University. At KIU, Tlacelel had joined a guild while on campus, had lots of parties, and rode around in samurai armor with security even though most had never picked up a sword in their life. After college, Tlacelel took his marketing degree and began to work in sales for arms companies. Those years didn't feel real, surrounded by wealth, lies, and manipulation. The goal was also to influence conflicts and sell to both parties. In 2020, he went back to Huyena, but he never left. In 2021, Tlacelel bought a small abandoned Xiomeran airfield before the Huneyans could. From there he built Protech, this time providing security services and creating his own weapons. Taking the call of an old friend, was a call back to a different life. Yes, he had money, but everything Tlacelel had been doing these days felt wrong.

A day after the planes returned from the Huenyan capital, Tlacelel was handling calls. In light of the recent conflict, his clients were asking for more and more products. He had to constantly remind them his supply was limited. While walking along through the converted hangar that had become an office, Tlacelel walked right into Ambassador Masashi.
"How are your people doing" Tlacelel
"Good, I have talked with Kanjshima and the government is planning something"
"Against the Golden Blade?"
"No, them and Xiomera"
"Why, don't Sansongian companies have deals with Xiomera?"
"The Huenyans are calling for support, and the international community has yet to truly act. This is the perfect moment for Sansongians to prove themselves"
"Happy to help" Tlacelel responded as he signed a shipment order.
"I actually have a meeting with the House of Wisdom soon, let's walk"
Tlacelel opened the door to the airfield, stepping down onto the tarmac.
220
Tlacelel was extremely humble to the House of Wisdom. Education had taught him, that anyone elected to the House of Wisdom was indeed wise, although sometimes he doubted this. Either way, Tlacelel mostly stood and listened. The plan sounded like it had been in development for several months. It was obvious being denied from LIDUN, made the House of Wisdom think about their international reputation. That plan wasn't immediate although, Tlacelel had been warned not to reveal it to anyone even Huenyan's as far of Xiomeran sympathizers had been confounded by the success of the Golden Blade. However, what would be revealed is the status of Nishokia, and a speech would soon be made to Parilmeant in Lao Sansong calling for his freedom. The hope was that being revealing this, Lao Sansong's upcoming action would seem justified to the international community. Tlacelel felt a little turned off by the deceptiveness, that his friend was only being recognized so that his government could save face. Yet this was the way of Lao Sansong.

Nishokia awoke in a dark and damp prison cell. Daylight coming from a narrow slit in the wall, dust shining in it. On the other side a door with a narrow food slot and a thick window looking out on a hallway. He could see the cells around him, were filled with people of all different nationalities. Those captured in Chuaztlapoc had obviously been brought in together. Before falling asleep that night, Nishokia made a prayer that someday he would leave this prison.