Feeling a bit down.

[Corsair]

Deception is the name of the game. The stakes? Your life and the lives of billions of people back home. Matthias von Batavia dunked his head into a basin of hot, clean water and worked his fingers through his hair. He repeated the action several times to thoroughly wash all of the hair dye out. His once blond hair was now a somber brown. Pushing a button on the edge of the basin, the water drained and the spigot began spouting fresh water as Matthias worked the conditioner into his scalp to seal the color in. Before rinsing again, Matthias looked at the package of dye.

'After applying conditioner, let sit for two minutes then rinse in hot water.' Okay, it's time to wait. Matthias pulled off the rubber gloves that still had brown specks of dye on them, and tossed them into the garbage bin. It wouldn't be much longer until he began his journey through Bretonia to Liberty for his assignment. Matthias stood and looked in the mirror in his transport's quarters to rehearse his story. He was pleased that almost all traces of his Rheinlandish accent had disappeared and been replaced by a Bretonian one.

"My name is James Maddison. I'm a shipyard worker being transferred from Southampton to Baltimore because I was laid off. I'm thirty eight years old. I have a sister named Cande Maddison living on New London. I have no stake on the war, but would prefer to see Liberty victorious because I feel Rheinland is too imperialistic."

His family in question were Rheinland sympathizers who agreed to pretend to be his family in case he was questioned. As long as he didn't make too much commotion he would be able to legally immigrate into Liberty to perform his assignment. He would be receiving more detailed instructions when he arrived in New York from an inside contact.

For now, Matthias rinsed his hair and waited for his transport.

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