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Post by callmedelta on Jan 13, 2021 16:56:31 GMT -5
"I think you are misinterpreting me. I still have a plane here in Iomairt, and can take a few spies home, but I was under the impression it would not take as long as it would to charter a civilian flight," Lang said, "While it may take a few hours each way, simply flying the plane I already have here may be faster. I know of the other spies you captured, and in fact, those are the first I plan on taking home."
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Post by DrMedic on Jan 13, 2021 16:59:57 GMT -5
"Very well. Unlike Madame Chapelière though, they are not within the palace. I will send word to the IIB to have them released to you. Oh, and a bit of warning for you, if I find any more Franch spies within Eleria, do not think I will be so kind. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice..."
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Post by callmedelta on Jan 13, 2021 17:02:53 GMT -5
"Don't worry, Marina," Lang assured, "If there is one thing I will do, I will make sure there are no spies in Eleria. With any luck, however, we will be able to share any information like that openly, without the need for espionage."
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Post by DrMedic on Jan 13, 2021 17:05:54 GMT -5
"Time will tell. For now, I believe you have a fair bit of work to do. I'll see you to the door."
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Post by callmedelta on Jan 13, 2021 17:16:45 GMT -5
An hour later, after making sure everyone would be alright in Iomairt, Lang, Marchessault and Coteau in tow, sat on a flight back to Setange, continuing on to Pareau from there. If there was one thing Amélie was after this mission, it was tired. So, so very tired. It was really only here, several thousands of feet up in the air, than the weight of what she'd just done hit Amélie. Trading words with one of the most kind yet intimidating women she'd ever met, accidentally outing and saving a spy ring of her countrymen, it all made Amélie tired. The worst part about it was that this was only the first leg of her journey. Now, she'd have to convince the higher ups in Pareau to continue on with this deal, then head back to Iomairt to finish it off, which Lang actually found herself enjoying the prospect of, oddly enough. At least now she knew to bring a proper coat. Amélie let out a loud yawn, before asking the pilot, "How long until we're back in Setange?" in a tired voice.
"It will be a few hours, Ambassador," the pilot answered. Lang gave a nod, before curling up as best as she could on the hard airplane seats, before beginning to drift off. Before she was able to, however, one thought stuck out to her foggy mind. She'd have to do a lot of paperwork after this mission. Lang hated paperwork.
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