Ashkelon
Establishing Nation
OFFICE OF THE CHAIRMAN OF THE FBS, FEDERAL BUREAU OF SECURITY
GIECZ, UPPER SWIECZIEMAN FEDERATIVE MEZHIST REPUBLIC
9-3-1952
Hanusz carefully assessed the man standing in front of his desk, reading the reports on the situation in Nowy Tomysi. Hanusz was a seasoned spy hunter, who rose through the ranks of the Bureau through sheer skill and cunning. He was not one of the Veterans, but had already been around during the time of the glorious Steel Revolution as a young teen who listened closely on the situation. He had seen the rise of the Union through young eyes, eyes that reflected in them a certain optimism, even today. He had also seen many, many things.
"Well, Sir, what do you think?"
Benedykt Stukow finished calmly leafing through the report and closed the folder with a sense of finality. "A very interesting read. My initial impression is that you are handling the situation to the best of your ability. If the bill passes, you should be allowed even greater control over it. Is that not right?"
"It is, Sir."
"The motivation for this bill is quite valid, based on what we have here." Stukow waved the folder for emphasis. "Support for Communism in the Southeast is on another rise, perhaps in relation to the situation in Boliatur. I'm very glad that you do your job so well."
"Why, thank you, Sir." Hanusz had seen many, many things during his service in the FBS. This was perhaps, one of the most intriguing of them. Not long after Premier Stukow had been diagnosed with Lung Cancer, he immediately appointed his son, Benedykt, to the position of General Secretary of the Sword Party. It was quite clear why this had been the case. Stukow wanted an heir he who had been raised with his ideals, essentially for his influence in the Party to continue on even after his passing. Benedykt had a good record, serving in the Steel Army's Logistics as a Major with good credentials. What unnerved Hanusz was how Benedykt was chosen despite the fact that his record was only ever 'good'. He was by no means outstanding. In fact, had his father not decided to appoint him, chances are, he would have lived the rest of his career in a dead-end mundane fashion, stuck in Logistics with nothing better to do.
What caused this turn-around was completely lost on the FBS Chairman. This was the first time the two of them talked, and based on what he said... Well, this comment was rather simplistic. Overly so. There were no sharp insights on the many specific little micromanaging issues that were obvious to Hanusz, which he scattered throughout the report. Yes, he might have been given this position as a chance to learn, but it had been over a year since his appointment. Surely he should have developed some degree of extra competency by now. Otherwise, the Premier would have immediately replaced him with somebody far more suited to the role.
"Do you have anything specific to say about it, Sir?"
"I'll have to review this report in my office later on," Stukow answered curtly, "I have many other things to attend to after all, Chairman."
"... of course, Sir." Hanusz nodded, apologetically. There was no doubt Stukow was competent. He just... wasn't as competent as Hanusz would expect for someone to be appointed to such an important position. Could the Premier have been mistaken? But no... Stukow's speeches, letters, everything that had emerged from that man's office was no less than stellar. It was this abnormal contrast between his performance in office and his military record that had first raised Hanusz's suspicions. Could he have been a late bloomer? A silent genius? The Chairman had at first given him the benefit of the doubt. Indeed, for this whole time, he had done so, because Stukow did nothing but produce excellent results, despite his mundane record.
But there always remained that tiny grain of doubt in his mind, which drove him to write this report in a slightly obtuse manner. Not enough to make it hard to read, mind, but just enough to make the average person read it twice to make sure he understood everything correctly. Somehow, he was not surprised that the General Secretary failed his test. Miserably. Not only did he oversimplify and overgeneralise, he even missed how Volga was just as important as Boliatur as a possible contribution to the main issue.
In addition to this farcical performance, Hanusz also noted his disposition to be... not all too intimidating. Oh, yes, he was definitely intimidating at first glance. But the longer he looked at the General Secretary, the more strange cracks he found. It was as if the man was putting on a show to look scary. It was no amateur show, but somebody with Hanusz's experience in reading true emotions was capable of discerning its falsity.
Stukow handed the folder over to a young woman standing behind him, one of two in this five man entourage that accompanied him everywhere. "In that case, Chairman, we are done here. Do excuse us, and keep up the good work." The General Secretary stretched out his right arm, giving a two-fingered salute. "Sława zwycięstwu."
Hanusz was given little time to return the salute before Stukow and his group exited the office, leaving him to his own thoughts. This self-contradiction of a mundane record with exemplary performance in office, exemplary performance in office with below average performance in person led him to only one simple conclusion: Stukow was a figurehead, being used by somebody else to gain power. But by whom? And why? If someone was so intent on becoming the elder Stukow's heir, why not just be up front with it? What would be so bad as to bar him from directly asking the Premier to be chosen?
His thoughts turned back to Benedykt's little clique of five, specifically that personal assistant of his. Was she even his assistant? No, she didn't dress like one at all. If anything, based on attire, the assistant was the other woman. Then why would he give the folder to her instead of his actual assistant? There was also this lingering familiarity in the back of his mind, telling the spy hunter that he had seen this woman before...
And just like that, something clicked. It all made sense now. But what Hanusz would do with that sense was a big question to himself. He would have to think this through carefully, just what to do now that he understood the truth of things.
It all tied back to that woman.
But why did it? How did she solve the mystery?
It was quite simple, really. He remembered her from a dossier he had once read.
Her name was Mieczysława Stukowa.
GIECZ, UPPER SWIECZIEMAN FEDERATIVE MEZHIST REPUBLIC
9-3-1952
Hanusz carefully assessed the man standing in front of his desk, reading the reports on the situation in Nowy Tomysi. Hanusz was a seasoned spy hunter, who rose through the ranks of the Bureau through sheer skill and cunning. He was not one of the Veterans, but had already been around during the time of the glorious Steel Revolution as a young teen who listened closely on the situation. He had seen the rise of the Union through young eyes, eyes that reflected in them a certain optimism, even today. He had also seen many, many things.
"Well, Sir, what do you think?"
Benedykt Stukow finished calmly leafing through the report and closed the folder with a sense of finality. "A very interesting read. My initial impression is that you are handling the situation to the best of your ability. If the bill passes, you should be allowed even greater control over it. Is that not right?"
"It is, Sir."
"The motivation for this bill is quite valid, based on what we have here." Stukow waved the folder for emphasis. "Support for Communism in the Southeast is on another rise, perhaps in relation to the situation in Boliatur. I'm very glad that you do your job so well."
"Why, thank you, Sir." Hanusz had seen many, many things during his service in the FBS. This was perhaps, one of the most intriguing of them. Not long after Premier Stukow had been diagnosed with Lung Cancer, he immediately appointed his son, Benedykt, to the position of General Secretary of the Sword Party. It was quite clear why this had been the case. Stukow wanted an heir he who had been raised with his ideals, essentially for his influence in the Party to continue on even after his passing. Benedykt had a good record, serving in the Steel Army's Logistics as a Major with good credentials. What unnerved Hanusz was how Benedykt was chosen despite the fact that his record was only ever 'good'. He was by no means outstanding. In fact, had his father not decided to appoint him, chances are, he would have lived the rest of his career in a dead-end mundane fashion, stuck in Logistics with nothing better to do.
What caused this turn-around was completely lost on the FBS Chairman. This was the first time the two of them talked, and based on what he said... Well, this comment was rather simplistic. Overly so. There were no sharp insights on the many specific little micromanaging issues that were obvious to Hanusz, which he scattered throughout the report. Yes, he might have been given this position as a chance to learn, but it had been over a year since his appointment. Surely he should have developed some degree of extra competency by now. Otherwise, the Premier would have immediately replaced him with somebody far more suited to the role.
"Do you have anything specific to say about it, Sir?"
"I'll have to review this report in my office later on," Stukow answered curtly, "I have many other things to attend to after all, Chairman."
"... of course, Sir." Hanusz nodded, apologetically. There was no doubt Stukow was competent. He just... wasn't as competent as Hanusz would expect for someone to be appointed to such an important position. Could the Premier have been mistaken? But no... Stukow's speeches, letters, everything that had emerged from that man's office was no less than stellar. It was this abnormal contrast between his performance in office and his military record that had first raised Hanusz's suspicions. Could he have been a late bloomer? A silent genius? The Chairman had at first given him the benefit of the doubt. Indeed, for this whole time, he had done so, because Stukow did nothing but produce excellent results, despite his mundane record.
But there always remained that tiny grain of doubt in his mind, which drove him to write this report in a slightly obtuse manner. Not enough to make it hard to read, mind, but just enough to make the average person read it twice to make sure he understood everything correctly. Somehow, he was not surprised that the General Secretary failed his test. Miserably. Not only did he oversimplify and overgeneralise, he even missed how Volga was just as important as Boliatur as a possible contribution to the main issue.
In addition to this farcical performance, Hanusz also noted his disposition to be... not all too intimidating. Oh, yes, he was definitely intimidating at first glance. But the longer he looked at the General Secretary, the more strange cracks he found. It was as if the man was putting on a show to look scary. It was no amateur show, but somebody with Hanusz's experience in reading true emotions was capable of discerning its falsity.
Stukow handed the folder over to a young woman standing behind him, one of two in this five man entourage that accompanied him everywhere. "In that case, Chairman, we are done here. Do excuse us, and keep up the good work." The General Secretary stretched out his right arm, giving a two-fingered salute. "Sława zwycięstwu."
Hanusz was given little time to return the salute before Stukow and his group exited the office, leaving him to his own thoughts. This self-contradiction of a mundane record with exemplary performance in office, exemplary performance in office with below average performance in person led him to only one simple conclusion: Stukow was a figurehead, being used by somebody else to gain power. But by whom? And why? If someone was so intent on becoming the elder Stukow's heir, why not just be up front with it? What would be so bad as to bar him from directly asking the Premier to be chosen?
His thoughts turned back to Benedykt's little clique of five, specifically that personal assistant of his. Was she even his assistant? No, she didn't dress like one at all. If anything, based on attire, the assistant was the other woman. Then why would he give the folder to her instead of his actual assistant? There was also this lingering familiarity in the back of his mind, telling the spy hunter that he had seen this woman before...
And just like that, something clicked. It all made sense now. But what Hanusz would do with that sense was a big question to himself. He would have to think this through carefully, just what to do now that he understood the truth of things.
It all tied back to that woman.
But why did it? How did she solve the mystery?
It was quite simple, really. He remembered her from a dossier he had once read.
Her name was Mieczysława Stukowa.