Kazansk
Establishing Nation
- Joined
- May 9, 2019
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Pillau, Burgundian People's Republic
Inspector Gamelin sucked in on a well earned cigarette, this latest interrogation had lasted several hours, but he broke the bastard, he always did. Still it had taken most of the morning and now most of the cafes and bistros would be full. Such are the sacrifices a humble policeman must make he thought to himself. Worse still the bastard had spilled the names more plotters,, which now Gamelin had to chase down, which would no doubt take all day and cause him to miss dinner too. Enemies of the state were always aristocrats or bankers, one of these days he wouldn't mind raiding a bakery. He finished his cigarette and went back inside, he had paperwork to complete and names to track down.
Once he had the list it was time to make the arrests he passed them to his assistant " Kill him, but slowly, leave him in his pulpit, shoot the wife and them him...the rest I leave up to you".
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Villé-le-Libre, formely Ouistreham
Francis walked to work most days, The Force Publique's endless roadblocks and checkpoints slowed traffic around the city to a crawl. Really Francis was lucky, most Oustrians no longer had jobs with most of the city's jobs and industry transferred to the new Industrial Communes. Francis however worked as a clerk for the city's administration which while hardly glamorous put food on the table. Francis walked past a patrol, if you kept your head down and showed some respect, saluted the officers and bowed and scraped you were alright...if you didn't well chances were you'd be eating your meals through a straw if you were lucky.
Francis walked into the City Council's offices and through the foyer where posters Chairman Murat's visage looked down upon all those inside, the mans portrait hung in every room in the building except the toilets, which is odd since the man is such a shit. Not that he would ever say such a thing aloud...but so far the Force Publique couldn't read minds.
Francis had invoices to sort, curious he noted references to something called Operation Green Sky and timber. strange that forestry would make its way to the offices of the Provisional Governor's office.
Inspector Gamelin sucked in on a well earned cigarette, this latest interrogation had lasted several hours, but he broke the bastard, he always did. Still it had taken most of the morning and now most of the cafes and bistros would be full. Such are the sacrifices a humble policeman must make he thought to himself. Worse still the bastard had spilled the names more plotters,, which now Gamelin had to chase down, which would no doubt take all day and cause him to miss dinner too. Enemies of the state were always aristocrats or bankers, one of these days he wouldn't mind raiding a bakery. He finished his cigarette and went back inside, he had paperwork to complete and names to track down.
Once he had the list it was time to make the arrests he passed them to his assistant " Kill him, but slowly, leave him in his pulpit, shoot the wife and them him...the rest I leave up to you".
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Villé-le-Libre, formely Ouistreham
Francis walked to work most days, The Force Publique's endless roadblocks and checkpoints slowed traffic around the city to a crawl. Really Francis was lucky, most Oustrians no longer had jobs with most of the city's jobs and industry transferred to the new Industrial Communes. Francis however worked as a clerk for the city's administration which while hardly glamorous put food on the table. Francis walked past a patrol, if you kept your head down and showed some respect, saluted the officers and bowed and scraped you were alright...if you didn't well chances were you'd be eating your meals through a straw if you were lucky.
Francis walked into the City Council's offices and through the foyer where posters Chairman Murat's visage looked down upon all those inside, the mans portrait hung in every room in the building except the toilets, which is odd since the man is such a shit. Not that he would ever say such a thing aloud...but so far the Force Publique couldn't read minds.
Francis had invoices to sort, curious he noted references to something called Operation Green Sky and timber. strange that forestry would make its way to the offices of the Provisional Governor's office.