Enfield quickly stood up from his seat and simultaneously clicked in the data drive, it took some time as the table they were sat on started to light up with screens under its glass surface along with a projector behind the directors chair. It took some time as it seemed to be running some code before everything went blank for a moment-- "Uh... Ah." He picked up the clicker from the table... One click of that thing quickly displayed quite the notorious face of Rheinland's history.
"I know we tend not to get too involved within the Politics of Rheinland, but unfortunately we don't have a choice. Chancellor Neimann, if i could describe anything more dangerous to the survival of Humanity, it would take the crown... It did take the hypothetical crown. It was estimated that he was infected before he took position as chancellor and coincides with his sudden rise of influence on the Rheinland Political system." He continues with the clicker, changing pictures with the ex-chancellor with notable military figures at parades and high-class events. "Large endorser of military and territorial expansion in favour of generals and large corporations, we'd note this was the time the large crack down of opposition to such was also taking place to extreme levels. Once he took office he didn't take a step back on his words, it's estimated that he consumed at least Ten-Percent of Rheinlands local resources in the development of war machines which were ultimately lost in the face of the attempt of invasion of both Bretonia and Kusari."
He then switched to the next screen, the current military leaders of the Rheinwehr, most who've experienced them knew what was coming and the relations to which Enfield was about to correlate to the previously discussed Chancellor. "All I can heavily speculate and if not support is that... Agency risk assessment and analysts believe that its happening again. Military action has increased recently following the unbreakable ceasefire that forced a lot of our assets up into Sigma-border of Kusari. They're also having their finger dipping into the Federal Police, sending aid and more worryingly 'militarazing' the police force in a similar fashion to any other Rheinwehr troop detachment." He then continued to current shipyards whos mass construction of war vessels was ongoing, Alster and Order were publicly noted for pumping out a higher output of ships regardless of the ceasefire. "And even through we've stopped shedding blood on the Sigma-front. Daumann and Republican seem to be pumping out large amounts of ships and arms like they do for war conditions..."
"I'd also note the rise in this--" The screen switched its image yet again, showing the flag of the Imperial party of Rheinland along with images of their party members with notable corporate and military figures. Enfield rested his backside on the edge of the table as he stared at the projector, his arms crossed as he continued to gaze at the pictures taken by the agents to provide for this briefing. "... It seems too late now. Because analysts speculate their move is imminent, everything seems too quickly progressed these last few months for it to be a natural human development within our Social system."
"I don't want another purge... I don't want to--" He seemed to stop in silence for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts.
Viktoria was silent during the Direktor's speech, regularly taking notes of some of his points.
"I can confirm that the RFP has been militarized a lot in the previous months. Furthermore its leadership is heavily influenced and tightly controlled by the Rheinwehr. Thus there is no exaggeration to state that the Polizei has become an unofficial extension of the Rheinwehr." the Hauptinspektor said emphatically while looking at both Engel and Laurenz. This was an extremely serious development and one that could carry very dangerous implications for Rheinland.
"However..." she said turning her attention to Enfield "The Spionageabwehr Abteilung has not heard anything concerning the fringe 'Imperial Party' or 'sudden and imminent moves' being prepared for their benefit. So I would like to ask for clarifications especially when this is something the Counter-Intelligence has no knowledge of." Viktoria said with peaked curiosity and interest.
He doesn't seem to respond for a bit, leaning quietly with his arms folded as gazed his eyes down at the ground. But as soon as his mind came back around, it took a quick sharp inhale to collect his mind together before he could respond to Landers. "The party isn't the one benefiting here. They're like... The adhesive to this all, the bonding state. If political parties could benifit from anything, at most its only a few hundred thousand in credits to their politicians and a celebrity fame status. Like this Linus VonClaussen individual, They're the middlemen for whoever throws money their way, not the move-makers." He got up off his rear and took his empty coffee mug with him, taking it to the near by coffee station. "Their most prominent rise as of currently is on Hamburg, where they continue to promise a the great ship-building boom which--" As he continued to talk, he was working his next cup of coffee like clockwork, sugars, powders and milk poured in with machine precision along with being discarded at range with accuracy at the bin a foot away with a flick of his finger. "-- Were not only promised during the Neimann period, but also during the rule of Empress Leitch and her suicidal campaign for the sigmas... And you guessed it, almost all ships were lost during that period post-conflict."
Once he'd put everything he wanted in his coffee his spoon was quite clearly heard clinging against the side of the mug as he stirred his concoction together. "What got the analysts really pointing to the scenario document that you have in-front of you, was the withdrawal of the deployed military team here in Thuringia for the Sigma-front. This severely compromised the security of both Thuringia and Westerwald and as Flotillenadmiral Engel has seen from MTAC and command rooms, the redeployment of our forces here were necessary. 'The-hive' have been taking advantage of the Military's absence, our drones can only do so much and I'm not risking our agents lives like the military treat their soldiers like fresh meat for the grinder. I'm not losing any more of our personnel out there to be turned into alien puppets." As he comes back to the table, a mouthful of coffee from his newly filled cup swashing away in his mouth, the pressure was almost vein bursting to him, its not that he didn't know what to do but knowing what he'd have to respond with... The agency was prepared for an uneven playing field, they were used to fighting enemies whos mind's were stolen and smothered by the words of others to do their bidding, be it of a human or non-human tongue. He wouldn't hesitate to pick up a rifle himself and hide in the shadows for two weeks to clean up the mess.
"As you all mostly know, the Military are attempting to gain an absolute authoritative foothold on all our stations and areas of authority. Disregarding current law and attempting to shut off our ability to... Enforce them. Which brings us to our next alarming report forwarded by our analysts--" He taps on the clicker again, showing the location of both the locations of Thuringia and Sektor-7. "Who knows about these places...? And then who doesn't know about these places...? The first thing we'd expect if the Military were to make a physical move against us is here. They're the darkest corners of Rheinland and they're built to how we expect, black to even the brightest of lights. If we're wanting public spectators to a military takeover of federal agency operations, it isn't going to happen here."
"Engel, this is where your play comes in. You need to contact our Flotillas and ensure that you have a preemptive plan in place for recalling all divisions to both Thuringia and Sektor-7 and deal with any Military elements; peacefully first please. Electronic-warfare equipment is at your disposal along with our surplus vessels and all ship-capable personnel are to be on active status, I want all our ships in rotation. Every last one. Read over your dossier, it might cover some of your questions." Everything seemed to tense up on him, he was speaking like a well oiled machine and anyone who looked at his face could tell his mind was always trying to see something, be it a scenario or the answer itself... Even while the mug of coffee he drank from covered half of his face. "You're going to be either in a ship or behind command interfaces for the next month, can you do it?"
Engel was listening with great attention to Enfield's words shook his head in acceptance and answered. Herr Direktor, I have been in many situations over the years of Military service and I have seen some weird things. Engel turned towards the Director. Consider your orders to be done and every single agent of the BDM will be ready for your command as soon as possible. The Hive will be maintained under quarantine as much as possible. Engel reached the left side of his chair and put a briefcase on the briefing table moving it towards Director Enfield. Das ist für Sie Herr Enfield, you'll find everything notable im Abschlussbericht. And answering your question, I am ready to do my part. it will be a pleasure.
Enfield took a moment, to switch over the pile of dossiers he had on the table, easily fishing out the next one he needed among the landscape of grey documents. "Kat... Kat-Kat-Kat-Kat-Kat... You've got a bit more work on your hands with the Kommissarait department. And its enough to consider a punishment to placing you as our head of research management. I was said position for a few years, you'll love it and hate it at the same time if you're numb enough--" His sarcasm was like a dull blade to the topic, used enough to kill its hurt. While its was a joke to him, maybe the experience had nulled its shock to him, but still breath-holding to the more ignorant. "But I think its best if I let 'Z' tell you... She's just got back from the server farm... 'Z'." He waved his had at her, passing on the talking stick in a casual manner.
"Due to the risk of a forceful takeover, we've already implemented redundancies in case of unauthorised access. Laurenz, since you're already working with I shit load of--." "Uh..." Enfields interruption of her filter-less talk was joined along by a shallow shaking of his head which quickly informed her that now wasn't the time for their casual language, her eyes gazed through that helmet visor that she'd yet to remove before turning back to Laurenz, quickly adjusting herself in her seat. "Sorry... Anyway, The measures we've taken is that we've moved the most sensitive data offsite onto Weimar to a hidden facility, you'll find its location within your dossier but sadly its also a few hundred feet undergound. I've been back and forth between all our facilities within Sektor-7 and Eastern Thuringia to set up a ghost-transfer protocol so anything transferred doesn't leave a history. A list of research documents and logs will be there, this includes anything from the fringe science division..." She opened her flight suit to fish something out of her inner pockets...
Sitting across from Laurenz, only she could get a glimpse of what was under-neath that thick flightsuit... Skin that was pale as silver, and polished like platinum that were pathed with symmetrical lines down her chest that were as precise as a machined circuit. But that view vanished as soon as her hand went in to take out a small box; She zipped herself back up as soon as she was done. "Here, these will contain your access codes to the Ghost-Network." What box that slid across the ceramic table was a small box, it rattled slightly but past the semi transparent casing was a bundle of data-disks. "You'll be seeing me every now and then..."