Königsstadt, An-Astral
Operative Thye'tyo`rol stood at the doorway of the flat and looked in.
The flat that had once belonged to a certain Operative Ginak was entirely bare, having been stripped many months ago by the authorities and the interests that had pursued him. It looked like it hadn't been used since.
Thye'tyo`rol didn't know what to feel about the sight. "Thankyou," he said, not taking his eyes off the interior, his gaze constantly flickering from surface to surface, though he wasn't sure what he was supposedly looking for. "That's enough."
One of his contacts, a lay member of the local communist party branch, nodded. The wrinkles around her eyes and mouth twitched momentarily as she reached out to the door handle, and softly closed the door to.
The key made a soft click as it turned in the lock.
"Thankyou," he said again, for want of anything else.
In the delay caused by the falling apart of many parts of their intelligence network across multiple countries - especially in the likes of An-Astral - after the Rossian leak, as well as events on the other side of the world drawing attention and resources, the day-to-day act of on-the-ground, practical solidarity with co-thinkers like those in the Communist Party of An-Astral had been left almost by the wayside.
Or, at least, that was Thye'tyo`rol's opinion.
But now they had a chance to change that. The Quera had finally gotten its arse moving, and re-stationed operatives throughout the world, getting back into touch with the contacts they had previously maintained, as well as cultivating new ones.
This particular contact would be taking him along to the branch meeting tonight, where he'll be offering his solidarity and comradely advice, as well as providing that vital and subtle link between the Harndonian State and the finest elements of the An-Astralian working class.
He should really try to look forward to it.
Operative Thye'tyo`rol stood at the doorway of the flat and looked in.
The flat that had once belonged to a certain Operative Ginak was entirely bare, having been stripped many months ago by the authorities and the interests that had pursued him. It looked like it hadn't been used since.
Thye'tyo`rol didn't know what to feel about the sight. "Thankyou," he said, not taking his eyes off the interior, his gaze constantly flickering from surface to surface, though he wasn't sure what he was supposedly looking for. "That's enough."
One of his contacts, a lay member of the local communist party branch, nodded. The wrinkles around her eyes and mouth twitched momentarily as she reached out to the door handle, and softly closed the door to.
The key made a soft click as it turned in the lock.
"Thankyou," he said again, for want of anything else.
In the delay caused by the falling apart of many parts of their intelligence network across multiple countries - especially in the likes of An-Astral - after the Rossian leak, as well as events on the other side of the world drawing attention and resources, the day-to-day act of on-the-ground, practical solidarity with co-thinkers like those in the Communist Party of An-Astral had been left almost by the wayside.
Or, at least, that was Thye'tyo`rol's opinion.
But now they had a chance to change that. The Quera had finally gotten its arse moving, and re-stationed operatives throughout the world, getting back into touch with the contacts they had previously maintained, as well as cultivating new ones.
This particular contact would be taking him along to the branch meeting tonight, where he'll be offering his solidarity and comradely advice, as well as providing that vital and subtle link between the Harndonian State and the finest elements of the An-Astralian working class.
He should really try to look forward to it.
Harndon
Some wanker with too much time and too little energy.
