It was the middle of the day and Royce sat behind his desk at the British embassy in Prague. His office wasn’t anything special, his walls were plain white with wooden trim. The room, itself was large, about ten by eight meters, it housed him and his staff. They had a desk clump in the middle of the room, with a telegraph while he had his own desk next to a window that overlooked a back alley. Royce’s staff sorted through reports there and decided what needed to be brought to his attention.

	The two oak doors opened swiftly and a soldier snapped to attention and saluted, “Corporal Barnes reporting in sir!” While maintaining himself at rigid attention he continued, “Colonel Evans, you have new orders from the Provost Marshal’s office, sir.” The corporal made his way around the desk clump in the center of the room to Royce’s desk and handed the orders to his superior. He left after that. 

	Evans read the orders. [i]Lt. Col Evans, R. is hereby ordered to conduct a covert investigation of recent disappearances in Bertramka…[/i] He understood why they would ask him to do it, he was one of the heads of investigation for the Royal Army and he was also one of the only trustworthy officials in Czech territory right now. He could tell that the brass must be getting nervous about the disappearances, otherwise they would allow Czech forces to deal with it themselves. 

	Roy stood, “Captain Ferris. You are in-charge until I’m back. I have orders to attend to.”

	“Sir!” Captain Ferris, a heavy set man stood from his desk and saluted. “When should we expect you back?” 

	“A week or two.” He turned to the rest of the men in the room, “Don’t slack off while I’m gone.” Before he left the room he turned back to the others. “Before I go, give me any reports you have on the recent disappearances in Bertramka.” They were all standing while they received their orders. “That’s all.” He turned and walked out of the room, he was relieved that he wouldn’t have to wear his uniform for a while, but he was concerned with what the reasons for a covert investigation would be. He knew that his men could be trusted, they’d worked together for years at this point. But still, he had no idea why he was ordered to investigate… unless… this was viable or a Brit had disappeared. He put the thought away as he made arrangements for his travel.