Distortion

[Omicron]

“Set her up, manipulate? Commander, it is your own desperation talking. Truth is, 15 years have passed. No amount of acting, posing and blackmail would create such a perfect persona without a single crack to be scrutinized in finest detail by any intelligence service operating in the Omega region. Heinrich came to Cairo with a few escorts. Assuming someone out there within Red Hessians used her as an unwilling puppet, their most prized possession would have been lost irrevocably that instant. The Order would have wiped them out totally with insurmountable numbers alone if any attack was mounted towards a VIP under care of the Overwatch. SOA are an elite outfit but they would not get past the hangar bay.”

None of what his subordinate had just said made any logical sense. He knew Lucien was not attempting to fool him, merely had entered a state of denial, making a harsh reality check a necessary wake up call for him. He was a wreck regardless whether he would make it to Heinrich or not and necessitated some mental care if he was to be of any good before burning out in the field of battle. Admiral reached behind his ear, his other signaling him to temporarily cease the conversation. “Lieutenant Elwyn, access the files of Commander Lucien Marquez…” Speaking calmly to some device, he read out Commander’s service number in case of any more Marquez's past or currently serving The Order. He must have had some of his details or file somewhere in the pile he held near him. “...List any outstanding eligibility for shore leave.”

“You will have your chance but with a few stipulations.” The Admiral himself did not want to admit that it was going to be a failure this way or another. While the status quo served his interests as well as he could have hoped for to achieve with his current resources, Marquez would have found a way to alter the equation as a loose cannon. The only way to keep it under any semblance of control is to do it under the Admiral’s Diktat

“A civilian is unlikely to dock with a Red Hessian base without raising suspicion. Especially someone with a Cretan accent. The Order has however access to Vogtland. From a certain angle, you will be representing The Order though your deeds so wear your uniform with pride and act according to your station. This also cannot under any circumstances appear as an attempt of The Order to influence her decisions as acting commander of the Red Hessians. You can and likely will be perceived as a tool of foreign agency.”

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