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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 entered.
“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. If you can intercept any communications that will give us an idea of 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 just joins an 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 on it. Geodor scanned them, his eyebrow shooting up at the second to the last name.
“In order to pursue this, you will have to change for a while.”
“How long?”
“That will depend 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, my lord.”
* * * * * *
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 he was under cover. His first thought was sending messages, but she had revealed to him that her aunt and uncle filtered all her messages. He suspected this is why it took her so long to hear any reply from Eraith and that her guardians were doing a bit more than just filtering out inappropriate messages.
As soon as he arrived home, he told his servants and sister to prepare for his instant departure—that day.
“May I go with you this time?” Lira asked.
"I’m afraid not," replied her brother, and embracing her tenderly, he withdrew to give the necessary orders. Within four hours, Geodor climbed into a rented landcraft—his bags were already packed and loaded in it.
The silent Lobo stood upon the steps of the mansion next to Lira, giving brief and significant hand gestures, 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 closing the door to the landcraft.
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