14-10-2025, 01:13 AM
21:28, office of the Prefect (JTP), Grand Council, Wiel, Kingdom of Wrnuke.
As the Director-General of the RSB entered the office the Duchess looked up with an inquiring gaze. "And? Did the ambassador look upset?" He nodded. "She could make an excellent actress, stomped out of the building like you demanded the most outrageous things. Refused to talk to the press as well." She let out a sigh in relief. "Good, good, as long as they all think our talks stalled you will have some breathing room. My assistant will brief you on the concession-" He interrupted her. "Your Grace, these concessions are all well and good but I hope you do understand they will not last." She swallowed, for now it would work, he was right, but it would never last, not even if she wanted to. "I understand, Director, but for now please respect it and use it." She nervously fiddled with some papers that she stuffed in her bag. "I must go now, the emergency session to enact these sanctions, long lists to draft and parties to convince." As she stood up and walked to the door the Director-General gently grabbed her arm to stop her. Her heart stopped for a second, she always feared this man, his dead eyes are staring at me. "Your Grace, the teams are briefed and ready, Minister Z'nstro has given us a list of people to meet, the Pontesians have agreed to give us access, as we speak RSB agents are travelling to the Holy Land. People will die. Guilty people, yes. Innocent people, yes. People with families. Are you certain you wish to proceed?" A long silence fell, she felt a deep guilt for the bloodshed that would come but with that her resolve grew stronger. Majatra must be free. She looked up and stared directly in his dead eyes. "Proceed, Director, every step, no rules." After that she left the office.
As the Director-General of the RSB entered the office the Duchess looked up with an inquiring gaze. "And? Did the ambassador look upset?" He nodded. "She could make an excellent actress, stomped out of the building like you demanded the most outrageous things. Refused to talk to the press as well." She let out a sigh in relief. "Good, good, as long as they all think our talks stalled you will have some breathing room. My assistant will brief you on the concession-" He interrupted her. "Your Grace, these concessions are all well and good but I hope you do understand they will not last." She swallowed, for now it would work, he was right, but it would never last, not even if she wanted to. "I understand, Director, but for now please respect it and use it." She nervously fiddled with some papers that she stuffed in her bag. "I must go now, the emergency session to enact these sanctions, long lists to draft and parties to convince." As she stood up and walked to the door the Director-General gently grabbed her arm to stop her. Her heart stopped for a second, she always feared this man, his dead eyes are staring at me. "Your Grace, the teams are briefed and ready, Minister Z'nstro has given us a list of people to meet, the Pontesians have agreed to give us access, as we speak RSB agents are travelling to the Holy Land. People will die. Guilty people, yes. Innocent people, yes. People with families. Are you certain you wish to proceed?" A long silence fell, she felt a deep guilt for the bloodshed that would come but with that her resolve grew stronger. Majatra must be free. She looked up and stared directly in his dead eyes. "Proceed, Director, every step, no rules." After that she left the office.