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“Thank you for waiting gentlemen, I hope the travel here has not been too hard on you. I can imagine that you are still coping with the losses,” Alexi stated, walking into the meeting chamber within the Itheraen capitol building with his Cabinet following him. The men seated themselves, with a secretary bringing in freshly brewed tea, still steaming. “How are you lads doing?,” the president asked the ten men who wore Tyro-Redanian clothing and not the ones of their heritage. 

“We thank you for seeing us, first off. But that man, that monster has killed our friends! Our family!” One of the members, Thaddius Korbas, stated, clearly angered over the situations that had happened not even a few weeks ago. The other men looking distraught, some of them having to look away as they did have close relations with those prominent members of the Triple I. “We need your help! If this man should be allowed to continue to roam the streets then how can we ever feel safe? How can our families ever see the light of day again without having to fear through the night?”

The President and his cabinet looked to each other, hoping one of them knew of what to do in this situation, but they hadn’t a clue. This was the one of the worst crimes to happen to the Itheraen people as a whole, a sign of their weakness of wanting to stick together. “Thadeus, what we are prepared to propose, is that you find a safe place. We will do what we can to protect you and the Triple I without this turning into an international incident,”Ajax Macris stated, standing from his chair. 

“Yes, and we are prepared to offer you a large sum of money so that you may feel safe once more, so that you may continue the movement. Those eleven men were martyrs, dying for a cause that was justified. Spread that word around, we shall see how the monster Felix von Drach will feel when he shall see that the cause will grow stronger,”Menoeceus Zacharias laughed, wondering the face of the agent when he saw how disastrous of a backfire his actions would have cause. 

“Indeed. We shall help you, but keep your movement non-violent. We wish you well lads. Keep the Tripe I alive,” Alexi stated and a smile would come to his face when all the members of the Triple I would salute him, praising his actions and promising to free themselves from the oppression of the Empire. 

The decision to fund the Triple I had been made.