To Steal a Secret

08.15---17th-November-1014
Generalleutnant Erich Rhine stood reading a document on the Gestapo report of local insurgent movement.

Disappointed, he closed the papers and look towards his men. The secret police had gathered no actionable intel in the area. The only information they had gathered all these years were the present of a known Olenian movement, of which all noted locations had been secured months before.

Luckily, he thought, that within several hours of his target, the Gestapo was able to gather information of the target leaving for Goldenshore. How lucky, he suspiciously thought.

His newly deployed infiltrators won't be able to do much within a day. Covert operations of their field requires weeks, months, even years before they could come up with something useful.

He turns toward the telephone at his desk. Whether it was correct or not, he takes no risk. He would call for backup, close the border to occupied Equestria and his homeland. Enforce further curfews and lockdowns.

As the telephone operator connects him to Vesalipolis, he looks outside. Gunfire rings out from the far reaches of the city, as Jäger clears out building after building.

The clock is now ticking.