Trebizond - January 31
Her workday was over, but the work never ceased. Even though Theodora had finished her paperwork today, there was one more thing she still had to do. For that, she took a taxi to the military base. Once she arrived, she showed her credentials to the guards on duty and entered. The base had changed significantly since she first arrived in Trebizond, having been expanded and overhauled as the primary command center of Anatolian military operations. Nicaea and Nicomedia would probably complain they weren't given priority, but she couldn't dictate where Alvértos chose to set up shop.
What concerned her today was the inner wall of the base, blocking off several buildings with a perimeter of barbed wire and electrified fencing. The guards here were given authorization to shoot any unauthorized individuals approaching. Fortunately, she had the required clearance—since she had issued it to herself. Only a handful of others, like Ioannes, had the same clearance. Not even Irene was allowed in.
She showed her credentials to the guard at the main gate, who let her in. Officially, this inner complex was a detention center for high profile informants and defectors from Konstantinos' side, kept here for their own safety. In a way, that was technically true. But there was only one resident here, and she wasn't exactly a defector from Konstantinos.
Theodora stepped into one of the buildings and was instantly greeted with the fragrant smell of saffron in the air. The rooms inside had been decorated richly, unlike what one would expect out of a prisoner's cell or informant's temporary hiding place. A Persian rug covered the floor of what was supposed to be the living room. Persian cultural iconography adorned the walls. A phonograph in the corner played soothing traditional Persian music at a low volume. Next to it was a bookshelf covered in books about various topics, focusing on philosophy and religion. Her host, Kira, was currently meditating on the rug.
"Theodora." Kira's eyes remained closed. "I've been expecting you."
One of the main benefits of visiting a foreseer was that she did not have to announce her visit in advance—Kira already knew.
"You are here about my ability again," Kira said.
"Yes," Theodora said.
"What would you like to know?"
"If we can use it for tactical benefit," Theodora said.
Kira opened one eye. "Use it for the military?"
"Yes," Theodora said, "You can significantly help us in this fight. Imagine if we knew where the enemy was going and what their goals were. We could take back Constantinople and defeat Konstantinos."
"You know my ability isn't that specific," Kira said, "I can influence what I see, but I can't control the details. And even then, you might not have the context for what I see."
"But still, what little you see can still help us."
Kira opened her other eye. "You're starting to sound like Ignatieff. Wanting to direct the future however you want, and only seeing me as a means to that."
"I really think I'm not as bad as some deranged cultist who wants to wipe out all of human civilization."
"Yes, but you could end up like him," Kira said, "I've seen a handful of possible futures where you do."
Theodora was curious. "And what do I do there?"
"You want that future?"
"No! God no! I don't want to be like Ignatieff!"
"Then why are you making use of me the same way he is?"
"I just thought..." Theodora said. "That you could help us."
"I can help you," Kira said, "I never said I wouldn't. That's why I defected in the first place. But we must do it on my terms. Where I am treated like a person, not as a vessel. Can you at least do that much?"
"I'll try." Theodora nodded.
"Alright, then," Kira said, "I do have something you might be interested in right now."
"What is it?" Theodora's interest was piqued.
"An upcoming operation involving the Scipio. You'll know it when you see it. The details are hazy, but you should be watching this one closely."
Theodora scribbled down the revelation in a notepad. "Got it. Thanks, Kira. That'll be all for today."
"It was nice talking to you."
"Likewise."
Theodora turned and headed for the door.
"Next time, you don't have to show up unannounced. I'll call in."
"I'll keep that in mind," Theodora said as she left.
Her workday was over, but the work never ceased. Even though Theodora had finished her paperwork today, there was one more thing she still had to do. For that, she took a taxi to the military base. Once she arrived, she showed her credentials to the guards on duty and entered. The base had changed significantly since she first arrived in Trebizond, having been expanded and overhauled as the primary command center of Anatolian military operations. Nicaea and Nicomedia would probably complain they weren't given priority, but she couldn't dictate where Alvértos chose to set up shop.
What concerned her today was the inner wall of the base, blocking off several buildings with a perimeter of barbed wire and electrified fencing. The guards here were given authorization to shoot any unauthorized individuals approaching. Fortunately, she had the required clearance—since she had issued it to herself. Only a handful of others, like Ioannes, had the same clearance. Not even Irene was allowed in.
She showed her credentials to the guard at the main gate, who let her in. Officially, this inner complex was a detention center for high profile informants and defectors from Konstantinos' side, kept here for their own safety. In a way, that was technically true. But there was only one resident here, and she wasn't exactly a defector from Konstantinos.
Theodora stepped into one of the buildings and was instantly greeted with the fragrant smell of saffron in the air. The rooms inside had been decorated richly, unlike what one would expect out of a prisoner's cell or informant's temporary hiding place. A Persian rug covered the floor of what was supposed to be the living room. Persian cultural iconography adorned the walls. A phonograph in the corner played soothing traditional Persian music at a low volume. Next to it was a bookshelf covered in books about various topics, focusing on philosophy and religion. Her host, Kira, was currently meditating on the rug.
"Theodora." Kira's eyes remained closed. "I've been expecting you."
One of the main benefits of visiting a foreseer was that she did not have to announce her visit in advance—Kira already knew.
"You are here about my ability again," Kira said.
"Yes," Theodora said.
"What would you like to know?"
"If we can use it for tactical benefit," Theodora said.
Kira opened one eye. "Use it for the military?"
"Yes," Theodora said, "You can significantly help us in this fight. Imagine if we knew where the enemy was going and what their goals were. We could take back Constantinople and defeat Konstantinos."
"You know my ability isn't that specific," Kira said, "I can influence what I see, but I can't control the details. And even then, you might not have the context for what I see."
"But still, what little you see can still help us."
Kira opened her other eye. "You're starting to sound like Ignatieff. Wanting to direct the future however you want, and only seeing me as a means to that."
"I really think I'm not as bad as some deranged cultist who wants to wipe out all of human civilization."
"Yes, but you could end up like him," Kira said, "I've seen a handful of possible futures where you do."
Theodora was curious. "And what do I do there?"
"You want that future?"
"No! God no! I don't want to be like Ignatieff!"
"Then why are you making use of me the same way he is?"
"I just thought..." Theodora said. "That you could help us."
"I can help you," Kira said, "I never said I wouldn't. That's why I defected in the first place. But we must do it on my terms. Where I am treated like a person, not as a vessel. Can you at least do that much?"
"I'll try." Theodora nodded.
"Alright, then," Kira said, "I do have something you might be interested in right now."
"What is it?" Theodora's interest was piqued.
"An upcoming operation involving the Scipio. You'll know it when you see it. The details are hazy, but you should be watching this one closely."
Theodora scribbled down the revelation in a notepad. "Got it. Thanks, Kira. That'll be all for today."
"It was nice talking to you."
"Likewise."
Theodora turned and headed for the door.
"Next time, you don't have to show up unannounced. I'll call in."
"I'll keep that in mind," Theodora said as she left.
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