Rui booked an inn for a day, secluding him in peace. He didn't feel the need to take any extravagant measures to secure his privacy, most of those would only draw attention. He simply locked his room.
"Huff…" Rui heaved a sigh as he stared at the three newspapers before him. "Finally…"
It had not been easy, but he had finally gotten his hands on the intelligence that he needed to endeavor to kill Chairman Deacon. Four years of missions and operations, and training for those missions and operations had culminated into the bunch of newspapers before him.
The cover and end pages contained mundane news local to the confederation. However, the moment he opened them up, gone was the collage format of a newspaper. The information on him had immediately begun.
