Guests to Corsica

[Stolt.]

It wasn’t something that the DIS nor the SIS had caught onto. Up until this point, Perry and her peers back home assumed “Y” was just another station chief or mid-ranking intelligence official. Perry took another look at the copy of her report which clearly stated that “Y” believed a 12% increase in intelligence funding was not enough. She realized she didn’t notice it the first time because this intelligence pertained to the Outcasts, not to Bretonia. She had mistakenly dismissed it when she analysed the report. Her counterpart of course could see the significance of this figure, “Y” wanted more funding to collect intelligence, and threaten Maltese national security. These documents were dated almost a decade ago, this "Y" could be in charge of regional intelligence operations in this sector if he had gotten his way. Perry made a note to make sure to have a psychologist at the DIS create a profile of this “Y”, even if all they had was this little bit of information on him, or her.

“We don’t know who this “Y” is, we assumed he was a mid-ranking official. To be perfectly honest, the pressure on our front is so great that the importance of “Y” flew right past us during our analysis of the documents. Of course, “Y” wants to increase intelligence on your front, so naturally you caught this detail. I’ll have the DIS issue a psychological profile of this person, however all we know about him is in this document.” She paused for a second while her thoughts shifted to the Outcast front.

“How is the war on your front? The news on our end is showing GRN raids with several battleships multiple times a week. But we don’t know much about the war on your end, perhaps New Paris is still collecting intelligence. It’s entirely possible that if this “Y” has had his way, their intelligence forces may be in charge of this front using sabotage and subterfuge to undermine you, while their military undermines us with armed force. We are both at the frontlines of this behemoth.”

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However, "Y" wasn’t the only thing that caught Perry's ears. This short, blonde woman in front of her, kept mentioning more and more about how New Paris had their spies everywhere, except for Corsica. Corsica always seemed to secure, with a maze to confuse, and make it even more difficult from the outside to draw up a blueprint of the station’s interior, externally. Either Perry should be honoured that she was awarded the trust of being present on this station, or this woman was hyping up the importance of this location. Either was possible, ruses were natural in this field.