A grey-haired man stepped into Weebee's shop. He was about 5'10", on the thin side, wearing simple black clothing. He was unarmed and unremarkable - save for his eyes. They were a clear-blue, and never stopped moving. They darted around, to-and-fro, and within the few seconds he had stepped into the shop, the eyes had absorbed the layout of the shop and the people within. His eyes almost immediately noticed the red ruby necklace that he was instructed to watch for.
The man internally repeated to himself, "Project confidence. Be courteous. Reveal nothing more than necessary." This assignment made the man uneasy, he was unused to interacting with people directly. His usual assignments consisted of stealth operations in the darkness, or interacting with the informant network he had so painstakingly managed for Alcor Wing via text messages and threats, or over short-range messages from his Arrow Interceptor. He was not a "people person".
He walked towards the woman, his steps betraying no sound. He extended his bare hand to her.
"Good evening ma'am, my apologiessss for the wait. You may call me Adder."
Adder noticed the unusual accent. He was not used to dealing with people - much less people from Gallic space. In the split second that the woman took to look down at her seat, Adder slipped a ring on his finger behind his back. He smiled politely at the woman and took a seat across from her. He was facing the door to the shop. He sat with his hands under the table, folded in his lap.
"Again, my apologiesss for the wait, ma'am. There are many thingsss that I do for my organization which occupy a great deal of time. I came as sssoon as I could. And, I'm afraid my assssociates never told me your name."
Ange. The name didn't sit right with Adder. He knew that this woman was from Gallic space. But he didn't think Ange was a name they'd use. He pushed it to the back of his mind; it wasn't important.
"Ssso Missss Ange, I'm afraid you're the one that will have to do the talking. I wasss told that Princessss DeFrance wanted to ssspeak with usss. So here I am - I sssspeak for Alcor. What did your Princessss have in mind?"
"It's nothing out of your reach. We need several strategic positions of the Council destroyed or heavily damaged. Of course, we could do it ourselves, but the council would instantly understand something is going on and reinforce the Languedoc defenses. To sum up, your attacks will create a diversion and will lead them to concentrate more ships to defend the attacked area. This way, we'll be able to exploit the holes left in their defenses to take over the system by surprise."
She continued to act extremely professional and hide her emotions, any weakness could be exploited.
"I assume you can fulfill this kind of assignment, hmm ?"
Adder thought about this briefly. He was familiar with the Languedoc system. He knew that the people there are violent and confrontational with most Sirians. He considered the possibility of carrying out these attacks from an anonymous agenda; not on behalf of the GRN or anyone in particular.
"Two questionsss. The firssst - I asssume guerrilla warfare tacticsss are acceptable? And the sssecond - doesss the Council need to know that thessse attacksss are being carried out on behalf of the Gallic Royal Navy?"
"You can do as you wish as long as the result is here. Needless to say, you will be alone in Gallic space. You are being employed by the Princess, not the GRN. If you happen to encounter a GRN patrol, do not expect any kind of favor. Obviously the Princess will not help you if you are caught."
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