07-02-2025, 08:56 AM
July 5612
Former Territory of Beiteynu
Somewhere near Yishelem
A scarred looking teenager enters the station of the military police captain Harald Shekelberg and immediately approaches the front desk.
"I'd like to report information regarding the location of a wanted criminal." said the boy to the clerk of the station.
The uninterested desk clerk tried to shoo the boy away, his rugged appearance made him look like one of the beggars.
"Please, Sir, It is regarding a Kadiyot." argued the teenager.
Shekelberg who was sitting at his desk only heard the name Kadiyot and jumped up. He shoved the clerk aside.
"Tell me BOY, where is this filfth?" asked the captain
An insidious smile was hidden by the teenager and he continued to feed information to the officer.
After the exchange he left the office heading off to a backalley bar. While the destruction of the Holy Land was minimal at worst, there was a sharp increase in poverty struck folk lounging around and the underground was thriving. And individuals like the boy were profiting.
In that bar, he went to his contact in one of the separated 'boxes' of the establishment. "Did you feed the intel to them?"
He nodded. "Good, here's your price." The shadowy contact handed over a card with a list of phone-numbers, a burner and a small bundle of cash.
"Listen here now, you call that number at the top first, thats a good start, I cant really say if its still there but I know that it certainly was at some point."
The 'It' he was talking about was an object only rumored to exist in intelligence circles. It's mythical title being the "Millenium of Crimes." Whats with the ominous title? No one really knows, but it is rumored to have very fatal information that should not be available to the public.
"Thank you." the boy smirked.
"And Herr Lakkaí... be careful. You should get out of here quickly now else your kinsmen might find you."
Adlé left the bar.
Former Territory of Beiteynu
Somewhere near Yishelem
A scarred looking teenager enters the station of the military police captain Harald Shekelberg and immediately approaches the front desk.
"I'd like to report information regarding the location of a wanted criminal." said the boy to the clerk of the station.
The uninterested desk clerk tried to shoo the boy away, his rugged appearance made him look like one of the beggars.
"Please, Sir, It is regarding a Kadiyot." argued the teenager.
Shekelberg who was sitting at his desk only heard the name Kadiyot and jumped up. He shoved the clerk aside.
"Tell me BOY, where is this filfth?" asked the captain
An insidious smile was hidden by the teenager and he continued to feed information to the officer.
After the exchange he left the office heading off to a backalley bar. While the destruction of the Holy Land was minimal at worst, there was a sharp increase in poverty struck folk lounging around and the underground was thriving. And individuals like the boy were profiting.
In that bar, he went to his contact in one of the separated 'boxes' of the establishment. "Did you feed the intel to them?"
He nodded. "Good, here's your price." The shadowy contact handed over a card with a list of phone-numbers, a burner and a small bundle of cash.
"Listen here now, you call that number at the top first, thats a good start, I cant really say if its still there but I know that it certainly was at some point."
The 'It' he was talking about was an object only rumored to exist in intelligence circles. It's mythical title being the "Millenium of Crimes." Whats with the ominous title? No one really knows, but it is rumored to have very fatal information that should not be available to the public.
"Thank you." the boy smirked.
"And Herr Lakkaí... be careful. You should get out of here quickly now else your kinsmen might find you."
Adlé left the bar.