The process was lengthy, the path tortuous, and the situation perilous.
The CIA had gone mad, but they were angry mad, not kill-crazy just yet.
They wanted to go on a killing spree, but they couldn't find their targets.
The National Intelligence Bureau's offensive capabilities were weak, yet they were more than sufficient in self-preservation, the reason being that although the National Intelligence Bureau was nearly on par with CIA's subordinate units, happily passing intelligence to their Suzerain without charge, when it came to protecting Prince Shaman's personal safety, their reliability immediately shot up.
