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Sebastiàn Flôr lit a cigarette to warm himself up, the city of Circivènt was as cold as he remembered it, he always hated how cold it was, winter or summer equally, but it was also the seat of the military command to which he belonged before its compulsory retirement, and deep inside, he was a little happy to see it again, and remember his past glories.
While rubbing his grizzled beard the old bell tower of the city struck 5 in the afternoon.

"Bastiàn, no lu viôt di un pôc, çemût ise?"
"Bastiàn, I haven't seen you in a while, how are you?" said an officer, as soon as he entered the room

"Mancul monadis, Siôr Comandant"
"Less hogwash, sir commander"

"Un fregul di ligrîe Bastiàn, o soi sigûr ca no tu viodevis l'ore di la vie di cjase, o ti cognos"
"A little joy wouldn't hurt, Bastiàn, I'm sure you couldn't wait to leave home, I know you well"

Sebastiàn exhaled in a cloud of smoke
"O mi vês fat fûr e cumò a mi clamais, ce ise?"
"You told me to sod off and now you call me, what is it?"

"O vin vût ordins dai parons di meti stičs in te Burgudie Rosse, e o vin pensât a te. se tu nus judis o vin le peraule dal incargât di justizie di scancelà chel cal reste des tôs monadis, e o ti paiarìn ben, to podaressis lassà le Agnulê e fa su cjase a Corifô, e sta al cjaldut cun le to famê, e magari slarğâle"
"The guys in charge ordered us to cause some trouble in Red Burgugne, and we thought of you. if you help us we have the minister of justice word that he will clear your file completely, and we will pay you well, you will be able to leave Agnulê and make a new home in Corifô, be comfy and warm with your family, and maybe enlarge it"

"E dulà ise le freadure?"
"And where is the catch?"

"Tu varâs di là in Burgundie Rosse, e se ti cjapin..."
"You will have to go to Red Burgugne, and if they get you..."

"Vo no mi cognoseis, isal cussì?"
"You won't know me, right?"

"Chiste a è le storie, i parons no pain par nîe"
"This is the situation, the guys in charge don't pay for nothing"

"Se o ai di copà qualcidun?"
"What if I need to kill someone"

"Nô no savin nîe, tu âs le massime libertât"
"We won't know anything, you have complete freedom"

Sebastiàn put out his cigarette, exhaling a last cloud of smoke, while in his head the images of his old adventures warmed his chest, he smiled
"O vuei diventà cavalîr, ca il Duche Majôr mi ringrazi par une volte, e se no torni o vês di viodi de me famê"
"I want to be knighted, let the Grand Duke thank me for once, and if I don't come back you'll have to look after my family"

The officer took out its phone, and passed on the requests of Sebastiàn to someone
"A disin ca sì"
"They say yes"

"Ben alôre, qual isal il plan?"
"Ok then, what is the plan?"...

@Burgundian People's Republic

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The city of Basaepente was illuminated by the moon, in a clear dark sky.
While the historic center was silent, with a few bars still open, mostly empty, the new suburbs were still populated by young people looking for fun; the music of the locals could be heard from afar around the southern Claupis hills, and was even partially covering the sound of the that was rising in flight from the nearby air base.

The control room of the airbase was silent, people monitoring radars and screens, officers were waiting for any news with the Minister of Defence at the centre of the room.
A radio communication arrived
"Al è Colombut, o stoi rivant vicìn al cunfin"
"Columbut here, I'm getting near the border"


"Al è il Generâl Fuartiêr, procêt cun peritzie, va daûr a lis istruzions"
"General Fuartiêr here, proceed with caution, follow the instructions"

Fuartiêr looked at the Minister
"E cumò o vin dume di sperà cal vadi dut ben. se o rivin a tignìlu te nestre bande dal cunfin no varin problemas, a nus baste distraju"
"And now we only need to hope that everything goes as planned. if we manage to keep the fighter on our side of the border we won't have problems, we just need to distract them"

The Minister nodded, and then turned to another officer, that handed him a telephone with a communication from the eastern border
"Al è l'Incargât de Difese"
"Defence Minister here"

"O soi Lizarde 1, o sin vicìn al cunfin, o vin lassât le machine daûr. tigneît in čancis i radars e lis atris merdadis co lin, su pò"
"Lizarde 1 here, we're near the border, we left the car behind. distract their radars and all the other shit so we can go, come on"


"Stait atens, Columbut al sta svolànt tal cunfin di Bonât, spetait un minût e lait, a ju distrarà un pôc, ma no faseisi cjapà"
"Be careful, Columbut is flying near the western border, wait a minute and go, it will distract them a little, but don't get yourself caught"

"No soi mico nasût îar"
"I wasn't born yesterday"...
 
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Western Bourgogne, near Angeaux

The border guards were primarily there to stop people getting out of the People's Republic rather than in. Neustrian die-hards and pro-Chagny dissidents still occasionally tried to escape westwards. A good deal of the Armée Républicaine Nationale was deployed in the Oustria ensuring that the province continued to be integrated in the Republic.

Jules Moulenier looked out through his binoculars, he could see a plan approaching, so far it'd stayed on the Friulian side of the border..but it stood out, the border with the Grand Duchy had been relatively quite of late. So far it was just one plane, no threat to the People's Republic..even so he felt he should pass it on to his superiors.
 

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Some snow filtered through the thick branches of the trees, walked with small steps through the mountain forest, with an heavy backpack, followed by Isòn Vescul, an old brother in arms still in service.
Isòn moved away some dirt from a rock, revealing some blue marks.

"O sin rivâs, di chi in poi al è Bourgundie Rosse, al è un vilàç a bâs de montagne, viars Tramontan-Jevât, un dì di distançe, no savìn in ce situaziòn al è, al podarès jessi ca tu âs di sčhuvìle e la plui in dentri, ma chel tu varâs di viodilu tu"
"We arrived, from here on it's Red Bourgogne, there's a village down the mountain, towards North-East, a day away, we don't know the situation there, it could be you need to avoid it and go deeper. but that is yours to figure out" Isòn gave him a satchel

"Chi al è un passepuart contrafat, nol ti servarà a nîe in une buine scandajade, ma par un cojon qualsiasi al larà ben, al è ançe un telefon satellitâr criptât e alc di bevi, Gnagne Sese, no monadis... viôt di sta atent"
"There's a fake passport in there, it won't help you in a serious check, but for a random idiot it will do, there's also a secure sat phone and something to drink, Gagne Sese, not random crap... try to be careful" Isòn concluded, giving a pat on Sebastiàn's shoulder, before going back from where they came.

Sebastiàn proceded to pass the border, and walked for some more hours before finding a safe place to rest for the night.
 

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Sebastiàn looked at the village from above a rock that emerged slightly from the trees. the village had the appearance of being mostly uninhabited, but now soldiers loyal to the Red Burgugne regime had established an outpost there, someone was monitoring the forest not far from the village, he could not be sure that there were no soldiers further away, that place was certainly not a good place to settle.
After removing the heavy backpack from his shoulders Sebastiàn pulled out a compact silenced rifle, hoping not to use it so close to the border.
He walked back for a while, and then went on towards the valley again, keeping his distance from the village.
It took another two days of walking, he was starting to feel the fatigue, the colder Burgundian side of the mountain didn't help, and the food supplies were starting to run low, worse still, the flask with the apple seeds grappa, given to him by his friend, was over.
Fortunately he started hearing noises in the distance, a tractor, continuing with caution, he finally found a town, some military trucks passed from time to time, but it seemed a good place to stop at, for the moment at least.
He hid the safe telephone, the rifle and the camouflage in different points of the woods, put on simple hiker clothes and started walking again, went out of the woods into the countryside, so to arrive at the village from the main road, his Frankish was good, and he had no problems getting a room in a local inn.
In the evening he returned to the woods to retrieve the phone and communicate his position.
 
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Morzine was a little hamlet in the south of the BPR, a ski resort in the mountains however of late Morzine had become something of a ghost town, the old society elites were no flocking to the slopes and most of the business had dried up. Currently the village's only inhabitants were a small garrison from the Armée Républicaine Nationale sent to monitor the border with the Grand Duchy of Furlanie.

Lieutenant George Soult hated his posting, stuck in some forgotten backwater, he had been a Major in the Neustrian Army and had managed to defect quickly enough to remain in the Peoples Republic's good graces but not quickly enough to maintain his rank. And so he like so many of his colleagues were spread far and wide posted in obscure little towns and villages far from relevance. Still George was resolved to do his duty to the best of his ability, he was still a soldier after all.

A young private stepped into the room and gave a passable salute, many of the BPR's soldiers were former militiamen and while they had fighting spirit and revolutionary fervour their sense of discipline often left much to be desired. " Boss, Moulinier's section sent me to tell you they've caught a scent in the woods". Now who would be skulking about in Morzine of all places Georges wondered to himself, he intended to find out, perhaps the answer might be his ticket back to relevance. " Put the men on full alert, and begin searching the area, leave no stone unturned".
 

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The Circivènt command offices were flooded with people, the small northern command had become the headquarters of much of the Friulian armed forces by now, people with files walked busy around the corridors, workers installing new devices and fixing old ones, electricians fixing the broken lights and upgrading conduits, outside lorries with Justosian surveillance equipment where being organised and sent to the border outposts.
The officers in a secondary mission control room where waiting for the phone to ring, it took some time and extensive cooperation between the headquarters in Circivènt and Sebastiàn in BPR, but they finally found a contact with an anti-communist group wanting to restore the monarchy, they had the intention to participate in the elections, although a peaceful group, they were the best bet for Grau.
Finally the phone rang, and an officer responded
"Buine sere"
"Good evening"

An unusual voice responded from the other side
"Mmh... buin sere... bonsoir! qui êtes-vous? Je m'appelle Tom... bonsoir? qui es-... Mandi, o varin di sintisi diman"
"Hi, we'll need to talk tomorrow"

"Spiete! ce isal succedût?"
"Wait! what happened?"

"Nîe"
"Nothing"

Somewhere beyond the border

The sun was setting, painting the sky a shade from blue to dark orange, Sebastiàn was once again heading to the mountains, at this point he was sure the innkeeper was getting curious, he hoped to get good news from Circivènt after all the data and profiles collected for them.
he was getting close to the place where he hid the phone, when he heard a young voice speaking, he extracted his switchblade and proceed carefully, as he got near the boy a branch snapped under his boot, as the boy was turning to him, scared, he acted quickly and stabbed him repeatedly.

It took some time to find a suitable place and dig the soil to hide the body, but he had some blood stains on his windbreaker, he had to find a solution, quickly...

Few hours later
The landlord was smoking a sigarette outside the Inn, and his face was woken up in surprise as he saw Sebastiàn walking towards him with a dead roe deer on his shoulders.
"You're all dripping in blood... did you really get him only with the knife?!" said the innkeeper
"Believe it or not, but here a more interesting question: does your wife know how to cook it?" answered Sebastiàn
"Sure! consider tomorrow's payment covered!"
"Just one day? you stingy countrymen..."
 

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The search for the lost boy attracted too much attention to the village, Sebastiàn had to leave quickly, there wasn't much choice, the whole area became hot rather quickly.
It was a difficult decision, but ultimately the headquarters decided it was better to move Sebastiàn to Angeaux, having him move around in an important city was maybe a dangerous bet, but the army leadership hoped the increased interest along the border would have cleared a bit the way in the city.
The city of Angeaux also harboured the only contact Sebastiàn and the headquarters managed to get with the west burgugnon monarchic movement.

With his trusty rifle hidden and abandoned in the woods, Sebastiàn took a bus to Angeaux, the contact offered a room in its apartment in the southern outskirts.
 
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Angeaux, Burgundian People's Republic.

Some sort of incident in the countryside had most of the City's Force Publique garrison searching the suburbs and surrounding rural areas. Reports of an armed and dangerous criminal had put the Force Publique in a state of high alert and checkpoints had been set up on all major roads in and out of the city.

Sofie Martinique had been about to finish her shift but now because of this mysterious criminal she was outside in the cold and wet checking the I.Ds of everyone entering or exiting the city. So far none of the Force Publique guards had seen anything out of the ordinary but that could all change.
 

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Sebastiàn Flôr walked to the exit of the bus, where a policewoman was checking IDs
"I'm going back home here in Angeaux, I went in vacation to ***" he explained, while giving here his ID
"but that village feels like its part of some kind of thriller movie at the moment, not exactly a restful environment"

If she decided to check the ID on a computer, she probably would have found out the inconsistency of the document, therefore he proceeded to talk to her, trying to distract her, and build a social connection
"I heard the problem is a child lost in the woods, I must admit I got a bit nervous, have you found out what happened?"

@Burgundian People's Republic hope you don't mind going on with this
 
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" Interesting,I hadn't heard of a missing child, if you could just wait here, my colleague will just check our case log". Sofie gestured to her colleague who went to a nearby kiosk. After a while he came back " Sir I think you should come with us, I mean if you have information regarding a missing child we will need you to help us down at the station".
 

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Sebastiàn wasn't feeling scared, he had been in much worse situations in his life, either in the name of the Grand Duchy or for his self-destructive tendency.

It was clear to him that following the officers would have meant being captured, and being kept alive by the enemy was something he couldn't accept.

"I have the local paper with me... let me just..."

he put his hand in a pocket, in a swift move, his knife passed through Sofie's throat, as she fell down the people around him started running away, the confusion gave him the time to take her gun, and started running away towards an alley, he felt the blood on his face, it felt good to kill, as always; he always thought it was normal for a soldier, but, as he moved into the alley, the face of his wife came back to his mind, the horror in her ayes as he spoke to her about one of his bloody adventures was something hard to forget, especially since from that day on, their marriage, as well as his relationship with their kids, was tainted, and never recovered.

'I will fix it' he thought, as he arrived at the end of the alley, turned right, towards what he thought was the direction to the safe house, but in front of him stood a BPR guard, the barrel of his gun pointed at him, the guy shot him first, hitting Sebastiàn's knee, which shoot back, hitting the guy in the chest, as the sound of boots and guards screaming orders from all around him got closer and closer, and being unable to move, the final decision was inevitable, he remembered that his family would have been helped, would have found a better home, and thought maybe, maybe they would do just fine without him.

As he sometimes had fantasised in the past, he pointed the gun to his head, another guard appeared in front of him, pointing the weapon to his hand, he had no more time, that was it, the final act of Sebastiàn Flôr, maybe he would have been remembered for this back home.
 
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