Serenierre
Established Nation
BASE GAMOINETTE (BG-106)
Somewhere in Tréguier,
Central Belmont
Brigadier Daguerre looked at the map spread out on his table. With pencil marks of varying shades and hues demarcating the various zones and regions of security needed for what was being planned for the abandoned air base dating from the Great War. Already Military Engineers had been to the site and started work on destroying the ancient runway. Much expanded, the base would emerge modernized and fitted for the special deployment. Daguerre looked at the map again and penciled yet another security check post in. Already, the army had sealed off much of the surrounding area, though risk of civilians gaining access to the site was remote - they were after all in one of the most remote areas of the country.
He put the pencil back down and sat back in his chair. Picking up the cigarette he had placed on the rim of the ash tray, he placed it between his dry, thin lips. Now he had to wait for the representative to come and take a look at the map. After his OK, the map would be diligently copied and dispatched back to the higher ups and the deploying unit. He was quite satisfied with his scribbling on the map, usually he would have asked his secretary to do these mundane things but orders had been plain and clear; no one is to know of the operation. In fact even the guards who would protect the base weren't in the know. Absolute secrecy, that was key, that was the most important part of the operation.
He looked at the clock.
There was some time before the representative would arrive. He looked at the desk in front of him, covered in all the papers and maps and files, it was an example of what the Breotish would call "organized chaos". His gaze fell on the back of the name plate. He picked it up and looked at his name, in bold black, staring back at him, rank and all. The path from simple infantry to this had been hard but it had changed his life.
When he first joined the army in 1976, he was little more than destitute, his parents divorced and living in different parts of the country with their new families, he was alone. Out of college just as the recession of '75 hit, finding jobs had become next to impossible for him - at least not with his specifications. The past five years had been wasted. For a few months he had stumbled, with ego beaten and pride seething, to his father's, down south in Orleans. There, after a failed interview, he had seen army recruiters and immediately he had been tempted by the money which was on offer.
Since those days, that desperation had ended, now he was well off, living the middle class dream. A nice house, two cars, a devoted wife and loving kids. Wearing the golden wings had certainly been a godsend for him.
He reclined back and smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment. He took another puff of the cigarette.
Later on, almost an hour from then, Daguerre's secretary would come and inform him that the representative's car had entered the base. And thus would begin the operation.
Somewhere in Tréguier,
Central Belmont
Brigadier Daguerre looked at the map spread out on his table. With pencil marks of varying shades and hues demarcating the various zones and regions of security needed for what was being planned for the abandoned air base dating from the Great War. Already Military Engineers had been to the site and started work on destroying the ancient runway. Much expanded, the base would emerge modernized and fitted for the special deployment. Daguerre looked at the map again and penciled yet another security check post in. Already, the army had sealed off much of the surrounding area, though risk of civilians gaining access to the site was remote - they were after all in one of the most remote areas of the country.
He put the pencil back down and sat back in his chair. Picking up the cigarette he had placed on the rim of the ash tray, he placed it between his dry, thin lips. Now he had to wait for the representative to come and take a look at the map. After his OK, the map would be diligently copied and dispatched back to the higher ups and the deploying unit. He was quite satisfied with his scribbling on the map, usually he would have asked his secretary to do these mundane things but orders had been plain and clear; no one is to know of the operation. In fact even the guards who would protect the base weren't in the know. Absolute secrecy, that was key, that was the most important part of the operation.
He looked at the clock.
There was some time before the representative would arrive. He looked at the desk in front of him, covered in all the papers and maps and files, it was an example of what the Breotish would call "organized chaos". His gaze fell on the back of the name plate. He picked it up and looked at his name, in bold black, staring back at him, rank and all. The path from simple infantry to this had been hard but it had changed his life.
When he first joined the army in 1976, he was little more than destitute, his parents divorced and living in different parts of the country with their new families, he was alone. Out of college just as the recession of '75 hit, finding jobs had become next to impossible for him - at least not with his specifications. The past five years had been wasted. For a few months he had stumbled, with ego beaten and pride seething, to his father's, down south in Orleans. There, after a failed interview, he had seen army recruiters and immediately he had been tempted by the money which was on offer.
Since those days, that desperation had ended, now he was well off, living the middle class dream. A nice house, two cars, a devoted wife and loving kids. Wearing the golden wings had certainly been a godsend for him.
He reclined back and smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment. He took another puff of the cigarette.
Later on, almost an hour from then, Daguerre's secretary would come and inform him that the representative's car had entered the base. And thus would begin the operation.