High Class Bullshit.

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"Are you a spy Mr Rultz?"

The Prince calmly asked Officer Hack who tenses up, his fingers curls up into a ball of sudden surprise and fear

The SAC officer was surprised but kept a calm tone with the sudden surprise already wearing off

"Why would I be spying for a country I belong to?" Hack looks at the Prince

The Prince opposite of him looks at his now empty cup of tea. Trying to guess whether he was taking it a bit too far.

The Officer's watch has been turned on and was recording the conversation, he might have interesting bits to spill but the questions was mostly directly at Hack

The Prince smiles with a little chuckle

"Alright, I understand, no spy would reveal where they are from, but can I make speculations?" Officer Hack nods, somewhat cautious of the man infront of him.

"Sure?"

"I would ask if you are from Dreyfila but all their operations on our land have ceased, so my second guess would be the Revolutionaries?" Officer Hack kept his legs under the table, his right hand on his pistol

"No, I'm not from the Northern Area, more from the south."

"Ah, then I must have mistaken, but I do know you are a spy Mr Rultz, I have looked into your dossier and all said is true, but I've seen you take the uniform from the real Heiram Rultz."













Prince Duncan overlooked the new Empire soldier arrivals, but one man makes him look forward in suspicion

The commanding officer here to drop off the new batch of recruits was blabbering about how tough his job was and the low pay

Duncan couldn't give more of a shit.

A cloaked figure follows a lone and preoccupied soldier to the alleyway, from the height of his room, he sees the stealing of his armor, then the cloaked man hides a bag behind something













"Then why haven't you reported me if I was a spy?" Officer Hack went on the defensive but asked questions nonetheless

If Prince Duncan was like his brothers, he would have reported Officer Hack the moment he saw him wearing Rultz armor

But he was willing to talk.

That means..

"Did you kill him?"



"I have no reason to."



The Prince hummed, he was having a hard time grasping the situation, the Rultz infront of his had his right hand onto some sort of holster

"Well I appreciate you have spared Mr Rultz but I just want a simple answer." The Prince raised a finger before refilling his cup, but to instead find the nearby kettle empty. Rultz looked up to him

"Tell me where you are from, or just a hint, I will find out anyways. I like the adventure, not the end you see." Officer Hack thought on the Prince's words, but this could be a situation of disinformation to spread

"A very far land, not Dreyfila, not Paristan, not even in this continent. I'm afraid I cannot spare any more but this." The Prince looked at Rultz, he knew he was telling the truth, in some sort of way

"Then may I strike a deal? I can give useful info and make you meet with the revolutionadies and otherthrow this Empire." The Prince offers

Hack looked at him, the Revolutionaries might be a good ally, and with the CIA training them it can possibly make the plan work

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