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181: Dark Vision

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Two nations, two communities, two bloodlines, one past shared, but a historic event divided the two nations than ever. Cryspus and Ostria were once a nation called Eskeria. They share everything together; they grow together. Under the rule of king Zvezdelin Myaskovsky, Eskeria has a neutral policy for its neighbors, and is open to foreign tourists. Which caused president Aednoth, the Republic Mittona, to regard Myaskovsky as a thorn in the eye as the confederacy has developed strong relations with the East countries, and has maintained close relations with the People’s Union of Esada. For these reasons, Mittona and its allies did not help Eskeria and often overlooked these problems. Tension rose as king Myaskovsky opened the border with Esada and let the soldiers pass through the territory because of a flood in 1947. Soon afterwards, Eskeria established an embassy in Vitsyetka and began trading in goods with Esada. Which made Mittona frenetic, but an intervention would start a war, and Eskeria had a strategic importance for Mittona. If Eskeria closed the border with Mittona, it would be a disaster. Thirty-one years after the Red Silk revolution, Cryspus and Ostria reconstructed the country according to their own vision. But things changed in 2018. Riots happened in many places throughout Cryspus, including close to the capital of Vitsyetka, with no apparent reason or purpose. Three months after the riots, which were aimed at areas populated by Cryspus people. Cryspus’ network and security systems were paralyzed for 72 hours by hackers hacking at ranges throughout the territory. This infuriated the Cryspus Congress and demanded Mineyarsk for an explanation but Ostria did not respond to the events. Imposing economic sanctions on Ostria, the Vitsyetka government established a special task team named 181 to investigate and clarify the cause since the list contains the personal information of the most experienced agents placed for work at the VSIU, the abbreviation of Vitsyetka Special Intervention Units and the members working for the government abroad were exposed. So what was the Red Silk Revolution? And what caused Eskeria to collapse 31 years ago? Can junior members like 181 help Cryspus overcome the turmoil that awaits in front?
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Chapter 1 - Prolouge

I looked out of the pavilion and took a deep breath as I heard footsteps coming from behind. Without a word, I know who is it, as someone comes next to me:

"How was Myswa?"

I turn my head and look at him; he wore a black suit with a badge on his chest, holding a folder in his hand as he smiles at me. It took me a moment to find my voice before I raised calmly up:

"Vlaeva is dead."

"What?"

It took him not so long to turn a smile into a balled fist:

"Bastard..."

"Marshak set him up as Three Lion's spy after his dead, it's quite a scandal at the FCD years ago. The press will heat it up if they investigate. With this, we can bring Vlaeva back with no touch from the Ostrians."

"I didn't expect him to die soon... No one can replace Vlaeva at this moment."

"He knows too much. It would take time to shape Vesely into a sharp man."

"Vesely... I had no intention of putting him in Vlaeva's position."

"Neither do I, Raiko. Scekic is too naïve and Radim is too shallow to understand what's going on."

Raiko shakes his head slowly and looks at me before handing me the folder:

"Are you sure about this? Five years of work, everything we've collected to bring this out of the curtain."

I take the folder before looking at him calmly, looking away before looking down. I am worried, but what else do I have to lose? Back when I swore in front of the parliament, I promised I would maintain the Cryspus law and protect the country at all costs. But if I lose, not only me, the royal and this country will become a mess, chaotic terrorist, as the history repeat by itself again:

"Wa sananfas. Sinnas 1942."

"Queen Anne's generation."

"History is repeating itself, but we decide in which way it repeats. I will make sure you hold the pen."

"Whoever wields the sword decides who holds the pen."

"The parliament would be grateful, his Majesty."

Raiko chuckles as I turn around and leave the pavilion:

"Majesty... Iván?"

As soon as I heard my name, I walked slower and turned my head back:

"It was an honour to work with you, but please... Call me Raiko."

"..."

I say nothing, only smirk before leaving.