16-11-2024, 06:02 PM
Wiel, Old Town, top floor of the RSB headquarters, 27 April 5571, 16:37.
His eyes lingered on the last line of the report and he could do nothing else but smile. This was his magnum opus, his greatest work. Almost two decades now he had been working for the RSB, now he was the Director-General - a reward for assisting the Emperor in cleaning up the house when ousting Temrmai Nasir as Prefect. This topped all his work, even the bold adventures he experiences as a young field agent. He picked up the phone, pressed 1 and heard his secretary respond. "Please call the palace and arrange an appointment with the Emperor and Prefect, you may inform them that the draft for Operation Prkletz Prostrnatnyrmojad is ready for review. Thank you. Yes, as soon as possible." He put the horn down and closed the file. Prkletz Prostrnatnyrmojad. Cursed Desire. Yes, this was a cursed desire the Emperor had. He looked at the world map that hung on the wall of his office, staring at that corner of Artania.
His eyes lingered on the last line of the report and he could do nothing else but smile. This was his magnum opus, his greatest work. Almost two decades now he had been working for the RSB, now he was the Director-General - a reward for assisting the Emperor in cleaning up the house when ousting Temrmai Nasir as Prefect. This topped all his work, even the bold adventures he experiences as a young field agent. He picked up the phone, pressed 1 and heard his secretary respond. "Please call the palace and arrange an appointment with the Emperor and Prefect, you may inform them that the draft for Operation Prkletz Prostrnatnyrmojad is ready for review. Thank you. Yes, as soon as possible." He put the horn down and closed the file. Prkletz Prostrnatnyrmojad. Cursed Desire. Yes, this was a cursed desire the Emperor had. He looked at the world map that hung on the wall of his office, staring at that corner of Artania.