[center][h3]Lord Barst[/h3][/center]
[center]/// One week ago in the Gallian Intelligence Agency ///[/center]
[b]"ATTENTION!"[/b] Understandably twitchy from the knowledge that a noble was running the show, the door guard called the analysts to attention the minute he spotted Lord Barst striding towards the office's main room. [b]"At ease, at ease. I won't be here for long."[/b] While he did appreciate the formality, Barst was not a fan of it when he felt that it interfered with more important things, like his subordinates' ability to work. Moving quickly from desk to desk, he picked up the reports prepared by his analysts, skimming through them as he walked. Most of this was run of the mill stuff, troop movements, suspected supply caches, scout activity, etc, things that, while interesting, could be left to his subordinates to disseminate to the army. The last report, though, caught his attention. It detailed strange activity in Randgriz, and suspected espionage or sabotage as the root of it. 

[b]"Jackson, are these incidents related to the ones we got earlier in the month?"[/b] [b]"Yes, my Lord."[/b] The analyst in question quickly stood up and hustled over to Barst, pointing out different figures in the report his had written. [b]"Soldiers getting followed, missing ammunition, offices being rummaged through... It's the same as before. We thought we chased off the spy last time, but it seems who ever was behind this has stepped up their activities again."[/b] This remark caused Barst to scowl as he read over the report in more detail. [b]"Damn... This is something I would like to handle personally, but apparently the generals want me to help lead a unit in Vasel... Hmm..."[/b] Looking at the map, he pointed to a cluster of points marked on it. [b]"These incidents are mostly centered around the city walls and palace... They're probably scoping out the palace guard..."[/b] After he finished reading, he nodded to Lt. Jackson. [b]"Good work, Lieutenant. Dispatch one of our spies to the city to investigate. Once I return from the battle for Vasel, I'll bring more manpower to deal with this."[/b] With that, the two saluted and parted ways. 

[center][h3]Christian Dahl[/h3][/center]
The bar was completely empty at 8am. Indeed, it actually wasn't supposed to be open at all, but Christian (not his real name) knew the owner and managed to pull some strings. Lounging at the bar, he slowly nursed his whisky and passed the time by watching the townsfolk wander past. Lord Barst, or rather one of his subordinates, had contacted Christian two weeks ago about uncovering a spy ring in the capital. An unusual choice maybe, but despite his drinking habits, Christian was actually extremely good at his job. Over the last two weeks, he had snooped, stalked, and interrogated witnesses leading to his current situation: having narrowed down the list of suspects to a group of 6 men. Now he just had to wait for his 'reinforcements' to arrive so he could move against them properly.

Corporal Hunt and Militia Squad 4... Chris had been given a copy of the letter Lord Barst delivered to them. [i]"Gather the squad and meet at the East Street Tavern at 0830hrs. Contact 'Christian Dahl' there, for your next assignment. Arrive in groups of three or less at a time. Burn after reading."[/i] Pretty standard fare for spy work. The squad had apparently been sent into the city as soldiers on leave yesterday, but today they were going to get down to work. Ordering another glass of whiskey from a very disapproving looking bar tender, he continued to twiddle his thumbs and wait. Only a half hour until he could chew their asses out for being late and wasting his time.