A short, Kusarian man wearing a heavy overcoat and wide brimmed hat walks into the station bar. Glancing furtively around at the various bounty hunters and dubious mercenaries drinking, he spots a small table in a dark corner of the bar, at which sits a man who's face is hidden behind a large newspaper. Moving closer he notices that the front cover of the newspaper proclaimed it to be the Shikoku Rose. The Kusarian smiles, and sits down opposite the reader. There was no such newspaper.
"konbanwa friend" he says in a low voice
The tall caucasian man puts down his newspaper and chuckles quietly, "Good evening to you too Yoko. I trust you made it here without difficulty?"
"I beleive so. The KSP still think I am on Honshu; I hacked their files yesterday."
"Ha, ha...as for me, they do not even know who I am. Let's keep it that way, eh? Now then Yoko, tell me, how goes your work?"
Lowering his voice still further, "I have sucessfully infiltrated the Prison Facility. We are in luck. The base Commander, a Captain Hiroshimo, is a pacifist. He is enjoying the cease-fire and beleives that resumption of the war will hinder his efforts to defeat the Blood Dragons, who he detests. His wife also has secret sympathies with the Golden Chrysanthamums, which he is determined to cover up. All in all, I think he could easily be used in accordance with our plan."
"And you? He doesn't suspect you at all?"
"Not in the slightest. I am posing as a GMG observer, and I doubt he will have much cause to check the personnel files so carefully that he uncovers my careful editing"
"Excellent. Then you know what must be done. Convince him to have Nelson transferred to your GMG care as a gesture of goodwill, to be used as a bargaining chip to end the war. Play to his sense of self-importance, if he beleives he can single-handedly end the war his pride will be his undoing. Blackmail him regarding his wife. Use whatever mind-altering drugs you find in the prison store. Do whatever must be done. And do it fast. By the time the KNF discovers their traitor, Nelson will be safely back in Bretonia."
Without another word, Yoko rose from his chair and walked calmly out of the bar. Smiling slightly, the other man picked up his newspaper and resumed reading. The inside pages were in fact written in English, and bore a remarkable similarity to the Bretonian Daily Herald...
Sir Stanley Nelson <span style="color:#000066">Charles Canning </span><span style="color:#000066"> Foreign Secretary</span>