Samh
9.29.1342 13:00
Later that day, Geodor went again to Tyrol City
and found himself in the waiting room of the castle palace. The Count of
Anorraq opened the door to his office and invited him to come in and sit down.
“We have learned that someone or a group of
someones from Samh are providing funds and helping ship supplies to the moon
base,” he said. “We need you to infiltrate them and get evidence against them. It
is also imperative that you intercept any communications to help us learn why
the Xiepuvuians are doing this. If you can also discover if and when they plan
to attack us, that would be an added bonus.”
“I doubt that information will be readily
available to someone who recently joined any organization, but I will do my
best. Do we have any leads?”
The Count of Anorraq handed him a sheet of paper
with five names and addresses. Geodor scanned them, his eyebrow shooting up at
the second to the last name.
“To pursue this, you’ll have to change for a
while.”
“How long?”
“That depends on how long it takes you to find the
correct dealer and gather the information we need. I would expect at least two
months.”
“Yes, sir,” Geodor frowned.
Geodor sat deep in thought the entire way home. He
did not want to go two months without seeing Abaledina. He hoped he would find
some way to continue their relationship even while undercover. His first
thought was sending messages, but she had informed him that her aunt and uncle were
filtering all her messages. He suspected that was why it took her so long to
hear any reply from Eriath and that her guardians were doing a bit more than
just deleting inappropriate ones.
As soon as he arrived home, he told his servants
and sister to prepare for his instant departure.
“May I go with you this time?” Lira asked.
“I’m afraid not,” he replied. After hugging her tenderly,
he withdrew to give the necessary orders to his servants. Within four hours, Geodor
climbed into a rented landcraft—his bags already packed and loaded into it.
Lobo stood upon the steps of the mansion next to
Lira, giving the last orders necessary to send the vehicle off. Lira waved as
tears clouded her eyes.
“It may be two or three months. I will message when I can,” he said before bidding her farewell and entering the landcraft.
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