Strasbourg
January 9, 2007
2040 hours
He told his asset to meet him at the usual place, a ratskeller in the new Capital District, busy with the crowd of immigrants, fresh from their various Eastern European, African and Asian homes. A place where no one really looks out of place. The man sat in a corner table smoking cigarettes and scanning an English edition of Tomorrow. His eyes fell on an article, its bold headline reading BULGARIA AND ROMANIA JOIN FEDERATION. He took his cigarette out to exhale exhale a cloud of smoke and turn to the next page of the paper.
His eyes didn't quite make it back to the paper as his contact, a downcast looking man from the European Federation Defense Force’s Headquarters, giving him all sorts of information on the Federation's government and military, came striding through the front door. A nobody, the cigarette smoker thought, just the sort of man you'd never really notice, the perfect nameless bureaucrat.
As the bureaucrat slid into the seat across, he placed his attache case under the table. The cigarette smoker growled, "You're late."
"I apologize. I had to take some extra precautions." the bureaucrat replied, with an air of importance, as he signaled for a lager from one of the many waitresses "FedSec[1] apparently believes that the Triskelion[2] has been infiltrated and that someone’s been selling secrets,” he continued with no small amount of irony.
"I don't give a damn which mess you think FedSec is cleaning up. I hate surprises. You won't be late again. Understood?" the cigarette smoker said with a deceptive quiet.
Shooting the smoker a look dripping with disdain, the bureaucrat retorted, "I'd rather get out of this alive, if it's all the same to you. This job is extremely dangerous."
Leaning forward aggressively while slapping his hand on the table and ignoring the looks of the patrons closest to the pair, the cigarette smoker growled "I don't give a shit what you want. You are being paid, and paid well at that to give me information. If you can't do it, you won't be getting paid. And if that happens, I’ll have to make sure that this doesn’t track back to my employers. Which means they’ll find you half eaten by rats in a Parisian sewer. Clear?"
Softly jerking himself back out of the haze of cigarette smoke, he seemingly wilted under the other man's gaze. "Yes, I understand."
Maintaining his gaze upon the bureaucrat, the cigar smoker said coldly, "Good. Now do you have what we asked for?"
"Dossiers on the status of the Defense Force, requisition orders, force comparisons with major powers, as well as intelligence estimates on potential threats and neutral states to be aligned. With this load, maybe you can lay off me for a while" he replies with a touch of defiance. And with apparently no concern he was selling secrets to a foreign agent.
Unable to hide a gleam of greed at the information he was about to take custody of, the cigarette smoker leaned back. "Excellent, all this will do for now. Your usual payment is in your Swiss bank account. We’ll contact you again in a few months."
The man stubbed out his cigarette and picked up the attache case the bureaucrat had originally put down, walked away from the table and out the door. Chewing on the value of the information he was carrying, he never looked back, not at the satisfied smirk on the bureaucrat's face, nor at the four men who had been watching him leave.
NOTES:
[1] FedSec - Federation Security Agency, in charge of counterintelligence
[2] Triskelion - the EFDF HQ Building
January 9, 2007
2040 hours
He told his asset to meet him at the usual place, a ratskeller in the new Capital District, busy with the crowd of immigrants, fresh from their various Eastern European, African and Asian homes. A place where no one really looks out of place. The man sat in a corner table smoking cigarettes and scanning an English edition of Tomorrow. His eyes fell on an article, its bold headline reading BULGARIA AND ROMANIA JOIN FEDERATION. He took his cigarette out to exhale exhale a cloud of smoke and turn to the next page of the paper.
His eyes didn't quite make it back to the paper as his contact, a downcast looking man from the European Federation Defense Force’s Headquarters, giving him all sorts of information on the Federation's government and military, came striding through the front door. A nobody, the cigarette smoker thought, just the sort of man you'd never really notice, the perfect nameless bureaucrat.
As the bureaucrat slid into the seat across, he placed his attache case under the table. The cigarette smoker growled, "You're late."
"I apologize. I had to take some extra precautions." the bureaucrat replied, with an air of importance, as he signaled for a lager from one of the many waitresses "FedSec[1] apparently believes that the Triskelion[2] has been infiltrated and that someone’s been selling secrets,” he continued with no small amount of irony.
"I don't give a damn which mess you think FedSec is cleaning up. I hate surprises. You won't be late again. Understood?" the cigarette smoker said with a deceptive quiet.
Shooting the smoker a look dripping with disdain, the bureaucrat retorted, "I'd rather get out of this alive, if it's all the same to you. This job is extremely dangerous."
Leaning forward aggressively while slapping his hand on the table and ignoring the looks of the patrons closest to the pair, the cigarette smoker growled "I don't give a shit what you want. You are being paid, and paid well at that to give me information. If you can't do it, you won't be getting paid. And if that happens, I’ll have to make sure that this doesn’t track back to my employers. Which means they’ll find you half eaten by rats in a Parisian sewer. Clear?"
Softly jerking himself back out of the haze of cigarette smoke, he seemingly wilted under the other man's gaze. "Yes, I understand."
Maintaining his gaze upon the bureaucrat, the cigar smoker said coldly, "Good. Now do you have what we asked for?"
"Dossiers on the status of the Defense Force, requisition orders, force comparisons with major powers, as well as intelligence estimates on potential threats and neutral states to be aligned. With this load, maybe you can lay off me for a while" he replies with a touch of defiance. And with apparently no concern he was selling secrets to a foreign agent.
Unable to hide a gleam of greed at the information he was about to take custody of, the cigarette smoker leaned back. "Excellent, all this will do for now. Your usual payment is in your Swiss bank account. We’ll contact you again in a few months."
The man stubbed out his cigarette and picked up the attache case the bureaucrat had originally put down, walked away from the table and out the door. Chewing on the value of the information he was carrying, he never looked back, not at the satisfied smirk on the bureaucrat's face, nor at the four men who had been watching him leave.
NOTES:
[1] FedSec - Federation Security Agency, in charge of counterintelligence
[2] Triskelion - the EFDF HQ Building