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17 December 2021
12:06 pm
On a Friday
Himinhrun, outside of Alaterva, Prydania
“I didn't take you for a fisherman,” Tobias said as he enjoyed the cod prepared with butter and spice.
“I don't think I've ever seen you with a fishing rod.”
“Well I need to kill the time somehow,” Axle shrugged as he sipped his brennivin.
“You made me a Thane and then took away that actually meaning something.”
“You never took your seat in the Alþingi,” Tobias replied with a smile. He knew Axle well enough to not fall for this sort of thing. And Axle knew it, which is why he smiled too.
“Well...anyway I've never had this much time...just to myself. Fishing keeps me occupied.”
“I was worried when you stepped down that you'd be too bored.”
“Oh I am,” Axle said bluntly. “Absolutely I am.”
“I remember,” Tobias said nodding, “reading through all of those mission files. You've had quite a life even before you met my parents.”
“You and everyone else,” Axle chuckled.
“You know the point of being a secret agent is to stay unknown.”
“Well blame the Syndicalists. They declassified everything.”
Axle just shrugged and ate some more. God he needed a cigarette. But Tobias didn't like smoke so he was making due with a patch while he was here.
“It was a different time. When I walked away from this place,” he waved his hand around, “I thought it was for a noble cause.”
“The Royal Marines were a noble cause,” Tobias replied.
“And so was the ÖSU...at first. Before your uncle. But God bless ‘em, they held off on letting themselves get caught in Anders’ tendrils longer than most.”
“What was it like?”
Axle looked up from his fish. Tobias was looking at him like...well the way he did was a young kid. That sense of awe.
“The spice is good,” he answered.
“Skandan, I’m told.”
“You don't want to talk about it,” Tobias said, sounding a bit dejected.
“You've killed people,” Axle said bluntly.
“You know what it's like. It's not something you want to think about.”
“That was during a war,” Tobias said softly.
“But with you, reading about what you did, back then…it seemed much more...elegant I guess.”
“It...was a different kind of work,” Axle nodded.
“But if you want to hear what it was like…”
“After all of these years, you're finally going to tell me first hand about one of your missions?”
“Why the fok not?” Axle shrugged.
“I’ll be dead soon anyway.”
“Don't say that,” Tobias said with a smile, though it was undercut with a hint of nervousness.
Axle just smiled back for a moment and nodded.
“Then let me tell you,” he said, “about the man with the golden gun…”
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4 June 1982
Danstad, Goyanean South Iteria
The neon lights of Danstad danced against the dark night sky, the two moons peering down like aloof gods.
Ryu Kazuhara was hidden from their light as he crouched on a rooftop overlooking a casino. He gripped his pistol, a gold plated Andrennian Pm/32 as he kept watch.
The summer air was heavy. With humidity, yes, but also energy. Danstad’s night life was infectious. Even for an introvert like himself. He smiled as he eyed the casino’s signage. He’d stop by after he'd finished his job. And then he saw him. His target.
He aimed his weapon and steadied his arm by gripping his firing arm’s forehand with the other hand. He felt his body relax. He felt calmness flow through him. He took aim…
William Blíðurbanka tossed his cigarette onto the ground and stomped it out as he left the casino. His contact had no-showed. He grumbled a bit to himself. He was nervous. His contact going missing could mar any number of things. None of them good.
Still, he had to get back to the Prydanian consulate. The ÖSU was waiting for him to check in. He crossed the street and made his way down the side when…
The gunshot echoed through the streets. Crowds of partying youths and high rollers making them way down the sidewalks panicked and scattered.
Ryu looked down from his rooftop perch. The sound of sirens in the distance didn't concern him. He pulled a white envelope from his jacket and dropped it onto the dead ÖSU agent’s body. And vanished into the night.
“That's Will Blíðurbanka,” Magnus Brandt muttered as he pulled the black body bag down to expose his head.
“Admiral Sören will need to hear about this immediately,” Section Chief Iteria Sven Tolke muttered.
“Will he ever,” Brandt grumbled.
“This is the bullet.”
He handed Tolke a metal bowl containing a bloody bullet. Made of gold.”
“Dumdum round, gold. Shit…”
“Já,” Brandt said.
“And there was this.”
He handed a white envelope to Tolke, who opened it and removed the note inside.
“Kanyu na shike…”
He gave Magnus a grave look.
“Kanyu na shike,” Magnus nodded.
“Death to spies.”
OOC Note: Thank you to @Andrenne for the use of Ryu for this story!
12:06 pm
On a Friday
Himinhrun, outside of Alaterva, Prydania
“I didn't take you for a fisherman,” Tobias said as he enjoyed the cod prepared with butter and spice.
“I don't think I've ever seen you with a fishing rod.”
“Well I need to kill the time somehow,” Axle shrugged as he sipped his brennivin.
“You made me a Thane and then took away that actually meaning something.”
“You never took your seat in the Alþingi,” Tobias replied with a smile. He knew Axle well enough to not fall for this sort of thing. And Axle knew it, which is why he smiled too.
“Well...anyway I've never had this much time...just to myself. Fishing keeps me occupied.”
“I was worried when you stepped down that you'd be too bored.”
“Oh I am,” Axle said bluntly. “Absolutely I am.”
“I remember,” Tobias said nodding, “reading through all of those mission files. You've had quite a life even before you met my parents.”
“You and everyone else,” Axle chuckled.
“You know the point of being a secret agent is to stay unknown.”
“Well blame the Syndicalists. They declassified everything.”
Axle just shrugged and ate some more. God he needed a cigarette. But Tobias didn't like smoke so he was making due with a patch while he was here.
“It was a different time. When I walked away from this place,” he waved his hand around, “I thought it was for a noble cause.”
“The Royal Marines were a noble cause,” Tobias replied.
“And so was the ÖSU...at first. Before your uncle. But God bless ‘em, they held off on letting themselves get caught in Anders’ tendrils longer than most.”
“What was it like?”
Axle looked up from his fish. Tobias was looking at him like...well the way he did was a young kid. That sense of awe.
“The spice is good,” he answered.
“Skandan, I’m told.”
“You don't want to talk about it,” Tobias said, sounding a bit dejected.
“You've killed people,” Axle said bluntly.
“You know what it's like. It's not something you want to think about.”
“That was during a war,” Tobias said softly.
“But with you, reading about what you did, back then…it seemed much more...elegant I guess.”
“It...was a different kind of work,” Axle nodded.
“But if you want to hear what it was like…”
“After all of these years, you're finally going to tell me first hand about one of your missions?”
“Why the fok not?” Axle shrugged.
“I’ll be dead soon anyway.”
“Don't say that,” Tobias said with a smile, though it was undercut with a hint of nervousness.
Axle just smiled back for a moment and nodded.
“Then let me tell you,” he said, “about the man with the golden gun…”
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4 June 1982
Danstad, Goyanean South Iteria
The neon lights of Danstad danced against the dark night sky, the two moons peering down like aloof gods.
Ryu Kazuhara was hidden from their light as he crouched on a rooftop overlooking a casino. He gripped his pistol, a gold plated Andrennian Pm/32 as he kept watch.
The summer air was heavy. With humidity, yes, but also energy. Danstad’s night life was infectious. Even for an introvert like himself. He smiled as he eyed the casino’s signage. He’d stop by after he'd finished his job. And then he saw him. His target.
He aimed his weapon and steadied his arm by gripping his firing arm’s forehand with the other hand. He felt his body relax. He felt calmness flow through him. He took aim…
William Blíðurbanka tossed his cigarette onto the ground and stomped it out as he left the casino. His contact had no-showed. He grumbled a bit to himself. He was nervous. His contact going missing could mar any number of things. None of them good.
Still, he had to get back to the Prydanian consulate. The ÖSU was waiting for him to check in. He crossed the street and made his way down the side when…
The gunshot echoed through the streets. Crowds of partying youths and high rollers making them way down the sidewalks panicked and scattered.
Ryu looked down from his rooftop perch. The sound of sirens in the distance didn't concern him. He pulled a white envelope from his jacket and dropped it onto the dead ÖSU agent’s body. And vanished into the night.
“That's Will Blíðurbanka,” Magnus Brandt muttered as he pulled the black body bag down to expose his head.
“Admiral Sören will need to hear about this immediately,” Section Chief Iteria Sven Tolke muttered.
“Will he ever,” Brandt grumbled.
“This is the bullet.”
He handed Tolke a metal bowl containing a bloody bullet. Made of gold.”
“Dumdum round, gold. Shit…”
“Já,” Brandt said.
“And there was this.”
He handed a white envelope to Tolke, who opened it and removed the note inside.
“Kanyu na shike…”
He gave Magnus a grave look.
“Kanyu na shike,” Magnus nodded.
“Death to spies.”
OOC Note: Thank you to @Andrenne for the use of Ryu for this story!
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