Abschnitt 45, Capricornian-Argoan Border, Capricorn
Thirty-four days after Major Ersatz’s arrest at the Capricornian-Aquarian border by the Ophiuchians, Werner and his squadron were deployed back out to the southern border. They were ordered to take up station at the Argoan border outpost they had been positioned at prior to their rerouting to the Capricornian-Aquarian border. The tactility of this particular outpost was a topic Werner considered often.
A trench stretching one thousand kilometers to the east and seven-hundred fifty hundred kilometers to the northwest gouged the ground at the location. Another fifty kilometers had been added to the line since they had left.
The construction of the new area was as remarkable as the previous areas: equipped with living space cleared out many meters below the ground. The network of stairs beneath the surface was also commendable and allowed swift and easy transversal. The Elementalists and Conjurors tasked with construction had also managed to run insulating cables and ley lines through the entire network, so generator conductors were able to power the v-lights strewn through the tunnels.
Behind the trench on their side of the border grew the last bits of the Welschen Woods and past that was their main camp. On the opposite side was a strip of bulleted land that stretched for 15 kilometers. Beyond that would be trenches dug out by Argoans. The Capricornian Border Force—regardless of unit, standing, and ranking—rarely ever came close enough to that side despite the decades they had spent defending against it. A stalemate stretching from near the end of the Reservoir War until now. And a stalemate stretching from a southeastern section of the Capricornian border into a southwestern quarter of Aquarius.
Werner supposed that was one reason the Aquarian-Capricornian border conflict was resolved so efficiently. Both countries were already busy skirmishing on the southern front with Argo, a large country beyond Signum that was hungry for more land. Despite their common enemy, however, there had been no word of negotiation or partnership between Aquarius and Capricorn against Argo. Not even a proposal. Werner reasoned that their cultures, militaries, and military strategies were too different for those developments. Catastrophe and lack of coordination through union. But maybe in time these trenches would…
The southern trenches would often fill with rainwater due to cold fronts from the north meeting warm fronts drifting up from the south. Fortunately, this too had been accounted for and there were drainage systems built into the construct.
Are you sure this is a battlefront? Olive had thought when he had first laid eyes on the trench. It’s pretty luxurious…
Efficiency and luxury were two different things.
But the misconception was understandable. Battle was not around every corner, so it was easy for an onlooker to think this way. Waiting around for things to come was commonplace. The times between offensive mission assignments and defensive battles varied inconsistently, sometimes stretching for days and other times existing for mere minutes.
Many of the soldiers spent the time staring off into the distance, working on small handcrafts, or playing cards. Werner, however, bided his time on matters that would prove useful in the future. Going over past movements, inventorying conductors, running through training exercises, and holding weekly meetings with the other five.
When battle did come, it often came without warning. A single shot cracking in the distance could mean either another long day of silence or a short day of firefight. Neither tended to have beneficial outcomes when compared to the cost.
Conversely, Werner knew exactly when mission assignments would come to him. It was always after a storm or after a new surge of soldiers would arrive at the front. Opportunity or resources. This time, it came after a rainstorm that lasted three days.
For this particular assignment, Captain Weingartner had ordered Werner and his division to take hold of a breach in the Argoan line caused by a flash flood from the storm. He was to send for reinforcements once the area had been secured. And so Werner had taken his best men—including the ones who had accompanied him through the Wechseln Woods four months prior—and two water Elementalists who had just been transferred in for the journey.
It was a waterlogged trek filled with corpses. The Elementalists cleared the area out easily, sweeping away small puddles of rainwater with a flick of their gloved conductors and drowning the Argoans who straggled along the path.
They slowed their pace when they neared a patch of boulders that seemed to have been swept out of Argo by the flood. It was not a perfect vantage point, Werner thought, as it was barely above level to the Argoan trench.
It would not be efficient to press forward before the area was secure, and it would not be efficient to lose his men. And so, Werner ordered his Projectors forward and his Conjurors and Elementalists backwards. He sent a runner back down the line to inform the command center that they’d secured a vantage point. Then, they began firing.
This particular Argoan trench had flooded over completely and resembled more of a river than anything else. The Argoans who dotted the area were busily emptying it out one bucket at a time.
When the first vitae bolt hit its target, the Argoans scrambled away. However, they had nowhere to run. Some jumped into the flooded trench to try to swim across it while others ran along its length.
All of them, Werner picked off easily with his fellow Projectors.
Through his scope, he followed a particularly young Argoan who fell over the body of one of his comrades whom Werner had sniped prior. After scrambling fruitlessly, the boy resigned to covering his head with laced fingers.
It was sad.
Werner hesitated. A grave mistake.
The young Argoan abruptly reached for something pinned beneath the body of his fallen comrade and whipped it around. Werner recognized the sleek shape and the glint of the glass almost instantly. There was a flash of vermillion.
And then came the barrage of vitae bolts. Argoan reinforcements, all wielding conductors, pouring in from the opposite side of the flooded trench.
The sight was startling. The occurrence, almost improbable.
Outside of Signum, conductors were exceedingly rare. In fact, they were considered luxuries rather than commodities. This had always put Signum—and Capricorn—at an advantage when compared to its exterior, neighboring countries. Of course, what Argo had lacked for in conductors, it had made up for in numbers and production. But now, even though these Argoans were clearly inefficient at using conductors, their numbers…
As Werner ducked below the barrage of sloppily aimed vitae bolts, he digested the gravity of what this meant.
One of the water Elementalists was caught by a ray of vitae and hit the ground dead. The other Elementalist was sent scrambling away on all fours before curling up into a ball. Useless. A miscalculation. Those two were evidently not trained well enough for this. A mistake on his own part.
And then Olivier Chance showed up, green eyes glowing in the dark grayness around him. Just like that night in that small town in Wechseln Woods four months ago during their first synchronization. At that time, Werner had felt the prince’s revulsion and disgust as if they were his own. But this time was different. This time Werner felt Chance’s fear, terror, panic. They were foreign feelings.
The detonation of a conductor grenade thrown over the rocks provided him some clarity, although also some injury. He managed to get a hold of himself and ordered Vogt to return to camp to inform the other officers of the Argoan conductors and to call for reinforcements. His voice barely carried over the booms of the vitae rays.
The Argoans had more numbers, he knew, but they were untrained. They would be able to hold them until reinforcements arrived. The odds were 0.78 to 1 in their favor. Right?
And then, in the middle of all of that chaos, Olive reached out for him—
—and he was swallowed into blackness.
Werner struggled against the darkness for an unknown amount of time but it was fruitless. Eventually, exhaustion seeped into his bones dragging him deeper and deeper under.
It was a peaceful voice. One that he recognized. The voice that scratched at the back of his head four months ago when he’d omitted the fact that he’d come across modified conductors to Major Ersatz at the Capricornian-Aquarian border. But it was not a voice that belonged to the other five.
Who was that—
—and in a heartbeat, he was pulled back into consciousness.
Faint yellow light drifted down from a v-light fixture above him, and the faded curtains drawn around him swayed gently. It would have been peaceful if it were not for the voices and sensations that flood his mind. The other five: all synchronized at varying levels, all shouting inside of his head.
He could barely discern who was who amongst the chaos. From what he could gather from Atienna’s explanation, it appeared as if the group had lost contact with both him and Chance.
There was a useful revelation in this. That was the first thing Werner realized. Even if it was for the briefest moment, the connection he and Olive had with the other four had been severed. This was a key. However, his memory of those events was hazy as if lost in a fog. A dream. There was something important he was forgetting, he knew. A thorough debriefing was in order. From Chance especially.
But there was silence from Chance’s end. The Ariesian prince was certainly there but he was keeping away with all he could. Werner could feel this. Before Werner had the chance to address it, the curtains opened and a figure peered in at him. It was Nico who let out a sigh of relief with brows furrowed with worry.
“Werner…?” Nico tried.
Who else would it be? Came Morello’s amused thought. Y’know—
The synchronization he had with all of them abruptly weakened before Morello’s could finish the thought. A positive event in this case. Werner needed to get his bearings.
“What happened?” Werner asked. And then the memory of battle came at him in full force. The success, the failure. He registered he was in the medical tent, so he knew he was behind the trench lines. In other words, it must have been a disaster. “The mission was unsuccessful. The Argoans…”
How many had he lost?
Nico opened his mouth and then closed it before he opened the curtain a bit further and glanced behind him.
Gilbert was standing there with crossed arms. The man searched Werner’s face with a frown before relaxing and placing his hands on his hips. Then he sighed and looked to his left.
Werner followed Gilbert’s gaze and froze.
Klaus Kleine. The Lance Corporal stood beside Gilbert and nervously toyed with the nodules on his conducting gloves. He met Werner’s eyes and then glanced back at Gilbert.
Cold realization swept down from Werner’s head to his toes. The answer was clear. It had happened again. An override.
“What happened,” Werner repeated.
Gilbert and Nico exchanged looks before Gilbert gave him a debriefing. Short, concise, but thorough.
Shame coiled red and hot inside of Werner’s chest. A retreat. He had ordered a retreat. Against orders. And he had been discovered by Kleine. How did he appear to them now after what he’d done?
His palms itched at the thought.
“Hey, I know this looks bad, but whoever that was really saved our asses,” Gilbert said after he finished his explanation. “While you were enjoying your nap, I got word from the other divisions who were ordered forward too… the Argoans wiped out half of ‘em with those conductors. They barely managed to get your message around fast enough. They’re shit usin’ ‘em but there were just so many that…”
Sighing, Gilbert shook his head before he continued:
“You know the one positive I thought we had about being sent back here was that we wouldn’t have to face Conductors. That’s the one thing I was looking forward to about this place when we were out near Aquarius. Call it homesickness. But at this rate, the higher ups’ll never let us retire.”
Werner folded his shame away carefully. This was not the time to be thinking of such things.
Argo’s acquisition of conductors was something momentously consequential. It spelled a changing tide for Capricorn. In the scope of that, even Kleine’s knowledge seemed minuscule. But it could not be disregarded.
“Kleine,” Werner said slowly as he rose to a stand. The man flinched under his gaze, but that didn’t reassure Werner at all. “Follow me.”
Werner shared a brief look with Nico before he led Kleine out of the tent and deep into the woods. Werner could hear Kleine’s hesitation increase with each progressively heavier, slower step. Once they reached a sparse patchwork of trees ten or so meters so away from the medical tents, Werner stopped short and turned to face him. Kleine stiffened and took one step back.
“So you are aware of the details surrounding my current circumstance.”
Kleine swallowed and nodded. “Not fully, sir, but Second Lieutenant Wolff told me about how you are… uhm… er… somehow connected… mentally? To others around Signum. And how it started when you were injured on the eastern front.”
Werner allowed a long stretch of silence to pass before he asked, “What will you do with this information, Kleine? Why does it interest you?”
Kleine floundered, looking everywhere but Werner’s face. “I… sir, I’m just… interest—curious. Not in any malicious way. For research—”
A phantom pain throbbed at Werner’s abdomen.
“Research.” Werner’s eyes narrowed. “Research implies that you plan to make this information public. Is that your intention, Kleine?”
Kleine shook his head stiffly. “Sir, it’s not like that—”
“That is diligent of you, Lance Corporal,” Werner found himself saying as he leaned in. “I don’t blame you for doing that. You’ve recently received a promotion. It’s only natural that you’d want another one even if it means doing something underhanded like this. And for a person like you, the easiest way would be through—”
“Sir, it’s not like that!” Kleine’s flushed shout startled Werner.
Werner pulled back. “Then what is it, Kleine?”
“Sir! It’s because I think I know someone like you!”
Werner froze as Kleine’s exclamation rang out loud and clear.
“Kleine, lower your voice,” Werner said, scanning the clearing. “And explain yourself fully.”
Kleine glanced around the area before nodding. He continued in a voice that was only slightly louder than a whisper: “She was a girl in my village. Düllenberg. It’s small. Just off the border with Ophiuchus. Uhm. We grew up together—me and her. School—uhm. We were friends… But she just… changed suddenly. I didn’t understand it.” He stared at the ground like it was a distant memory. “Like a different person. She left. Disappeared. My village said that she just went crazy but—”
“—I knew it was something else. I just couldn’t understand it. But then I saw you in the woods that night with the Aquarian captain. I knew it had to be something. I… I need to know… what happened to her.”
“And this is the truth?” Werner pressed, voice even.
Kleine stiffened once more but then met Werner’s eyes and nodded deeply. “Yes, sir, this is the truth.”
Werner took a minute to digest this information and its consequences. First, there was the matter of whether this was a truth or a lie. Then there was the matter of the result of the lie or the truth.
Another group like theirs? That did seem possible if one looked at the statistics at large. It would be naive to think that they were the only ones who were in this circumstance. But there was also a possibility that this was a lie or a mistaken observation. If it was a lie, then…
Major Ersatz flashed into Werner’s memory, and again a ghost pain throbbed at his abdomen.
There was no use panicking over this situation. Execution was unreasonable and traitorous. Blackmail, unobtainable. Torture, highly consequential, unreliable, unsound, cruel. Careful observation and control would resolve this issue. If there was ill intention here, Werner would excavate it carefully.
“I understand from Second Lieutenant Wolff’s debriefing that you’ve agreed to keep this issue a secret,” Werner finally said. “I appreciate your discretion and hope that you will maintain it. I ask that you be transparent with me in the future, and I will be transparent with you. I also would like more details on this friend of yours if you are willing to provide it.”
Kleine brightened almost instantaneously, like Atienna when she would discover a book she found particularly fascinating.
“Of course, sir,” Klaus almost shouted, throwing up an unneeded salute. “We can find out more about this together. I-I’m sure of it! Thank you for trusting me!”
This was not a matter of trust.
Werner knew that his behavior had been unacceptable. Although Chance had been the one to enact those actions of retreat and disrespect, Werner knew that he himself had been the one to allow it. Therefore, he himself would have to take responsibility for it. And so, ignoring Gilbert’s objections and Nico’s advisement of rest, Werner headed to the main tent to speak with the captain.
The walk to the command tent was one that was lined with silent men and women. They kept their heads bowed low and didn’t speak with one another as he passed. Some did stare, however, and Werner found himself wondering exactly what they thought of him. Of his recent actions.
The captain was sitting at his desk at the center of the tent when Werner arrived. He was mulling over documents and didn’t seem to register Werner’s arrival until he was only a meter away from the desk.
“Waltz…? What are you doing here? I thought Fabrizzio put you in for three days bed rest.”
Werner offered a salute. “Captain Weingartner, Fabrizzio has cleared me for duty. I’m here to address what happened during the mission.”
It was a lie. A ridiculous one that didn’t need to be said. Morello…
Weingartner looked skeptical. “Fabrizzio cleared you?”
“With all due respect, sir, I am fine,” Werner replied. “I’m here to take responsibility for my earlier actions.”
“Responsibility for…?” Weingartner frowned before realization lightened his features. “Oh, right.” He rose, rounded the table, and came to a stand in front of his desk. “Well, I’m sure you’ve heard the news trickle down already. We’ve lost half of our battalion because of it. The Argoans and the conductors. We’ve lost…” Weingartner abruptly slammed his fist on the table behind him and sent the papers resting on it fluttering into the air. A pen rolled off and landed beside his foot. Muttering an apology, Weingartner bent down to pick it up.
There was a beat of silence, and Werner was able to hear gentle patters tapping along the top of the tent. It was starting to rain again.
“Are you alright, sir?”
Weingartner froze and studied Werner with raised brows. “Yes…” He placed the pen back on his desk before continuing slowly, “You made the right call on the retreat, Waltz. We were unprepared for the Argoans. The capital is sending more units down now. This is going to look more like the Aquarian-Capricornian conflict than anything else.”
The tightness that had been gripping Werner’s chest lessened slightly. So he was not seen as a coward then. This was good. Regardless, this spelled danger for Capricorn.
“So you’ll understand the urgency of this next mission I have for you,” Weingartner continued, “I understand that after everything, you may want to recover…”
“Like I’ve said, sir, I’m fine.”
“As always,” Weingartner said, smiling. “This involves the deal Capricorn made with that organization in the Twin Cities. The Romano Family. The one you forwarded to the capital.”
Werner didn’t allow himself to tense and remained silent.
“There have been certain changes made to the agreement on our end of things. I informed Fabrizzio of this several weeks back.” Weingartner turned away from him. “Fabrizzio has already contacted our associates in Gemini about the change, and they are expecting Nico to come up there alongside a particular representative of ours in several days.”
Nico hadn’t mentioned anything like that. Part of Werner was upset at the fact, but part of Werner could see the logic behind it. He assumed the former feeling belonged to Cadence.
Wait. ‘Representative’? The dots connected.
“I see. With all due respect, sir, I believe there are more qualified officers available.”
Captain Weingartner nodded in agreement. “It was a request by the Romano organization. I can only guess that they want to have the person who sparked this deal present for… cultural purposes? I’ve heard that Geminians tend to value friendship and family very highly. There’s no need to worry though, Waltz, you won’t be delegated the duty of negotiating the affair. Just a formality.”
Weingartner waved his hand to dismiss the thought before he continued:
“On the official papers, it’ll be marked down as a temporary leave offered to enlisted soldiers who’ve recently performed exceptionally. That way Ophiuchus won’t be inclined to look into it and rumors won’t start among the men. Similar to how we handled Fabrizzio’s transfer.” Weingartner grimaced. “It’s all so convoluted. Ophiuchus seems to regulate things so tightly and somehow underground modified conductors slip right beneath their noses.”
“I’ve heard that Ophiuchus allows the operations of these organizations because the organizations prevent more dangerous, less controlled groups from taking over,” Werner provided. “The blind eye allows organizations like the Romano Family to better control the city and lower the crime rates, but it has also made Ophiuchus oblivious to the organizations’ more criminal actions.”
“It’s impossible to achieve clean peace then, hm?” Weingartner gave a noncommittal grunt and smiled slightly. “Well, it certainly looks like your head is in order now which is reassuring.” He paused to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Even if that’s the case, we still have to go through these precautionary measures. Due to the cover up, you will need to select some from your division to accompany you.”
“I will take Second Lieutenant Gilbert Wolff, Emilia Bergmann, Derik Stein, and Klaus Kleine,” Werner said after a brief moment of thought.
“Second Lieutenant Wolff is aware of our agreement with the Romano Family. That’s a good choice.” Weingartner smiled briefly. “Kleine’s performance has improved recently, and Bergmann and Stein are due for a promotion.”
Weingartner picked up a manila folder from his desk and flipped through it. “A colonel by the name of Fritz von Spiel will be joining you at the Twin Cities. He will be acting as the main negotiator. You’ve heard of him, yes?”
Fritz von Spiel was from an extremely wealthy family. Von Spiel’s father had been an accomplished officer during the war, and von Spiel carried that like a badge of honor. As Gilbert had put it, “bastard flaunts all that status and wealth like it’s his own or something.” Initially, Werner had voiced his disagreement with this disrespect for their superior. Now when Werner thought on it, he supposed Gilbert did have a point.
The last time Werner had heard of Von Spiel was through a news article detailing the man’s recent military failure several years back. But if von Spiel was to be a negotiator on this matter, perhaps that indicated that the man had improved himself.
“Yes, I’ve met him once. He spoke at my military graduation ceremony.”
“Good. The train departs tomorrow evening, so it’s best that you inform the ones you’ve chosen now. I’ll fill out the paperwork and send it up to the capital in the meantime.”
A pressure on Werner’s shoulder drew his attention away. He turned his head. Cadence.
Her synchronization was at a high percentage, allowing him to see her and her surroundings. A dimly lit bar, it seemed. The Sognare. Again.
“Just happened here accidentally,” Cadence said before winking. “But your transmigration to the Twin Cities ain’t no accident. Put in a word for ya with the heads a while back. Thought ya could use some vacation time. Didn’t expect it ta come so soon, but hey. It works.”
You have more pressing matters on your end than my situation, Morello, Werner returned. The Romano-Campana meeting that was only one day away. And this is not a vacation.
Yeah, yeah, whatever ya say. Anyway, I think I’m kinda understandin’ what’s goin’ on right now so… what are ya gonna do about glasses? Cadence quirked a brow. Do ya really believe his spiel about knowin’ someone that might be like us?
I don’t believe in things until I see proof of it. I will investigate Kleine and handle the matter accordingly.
No trust for your fellow soldier, ‘ey?
Major Ersatz flashed into Werner’s mind. And then Usian and then Wtorek Izsak.
This had nothing to do with trust.
The rumors spread throughout the line quickly. Pointless rumors filled with words of envy and spite. A waste of energy. Werner and his selected group didn’t stay to hear such rumors and departed the following morning.
They took a v-ehicle to the nearest town with a v-train station. Werner requested Wilhelm Fischer’s assistance in operation of the locomotive as the v-ehicle needed to be returned to the border afterwards, and Fischer happened to be one of the few in the division who knew how to operate a v-ehicle.
Halfway through their journey to the town, the generator conductor to their v-ehicle ran empty. There were no vr-stations around due to the remoteness of their location, so they had to resort to the extra generator conductors they had stored at the back of the v-ehicle.
Fischer struggled for half an hour with replacing the thing before Werner found himself rather excitedly stepping in for him.
Werner deduced it was Olive’s knowledge and enthusiasm that spurred the excitement, but the boy was still keeping at a distance.
Inefficient and pointless, Werner thought as he worked away at connecting the insulating cables to the new conductor.
An unasked-for synchronization would happen between them sooner or later, and a confrontation would occur regardless of the prince’s wishes. Putting it off did nothing.
When Werner finished with the ordeal, he was covered in sweat, a thin layer of soot, and a thick layer of grime. Usually when it came to these dirty matters, he would make due to quickly clean himself of the filth so he would be presentable. This time, however, he found himself taking a step back and taking in the results of his labor.
When he turned, he found Gilbert smugly smiling, Nico smiling lightheartedly, Kleine looking on curiously, Stein looking on somewhat impressed, Fischer with embarrassed admiration, and Bergmann with confusion. Wiping his hands of the oil and grime with a spare rag as nonchalantly as he could, he ordered them to dispose of the old generator conductor so they could be on their way.
When they reached the town, Fischer wished them luck before loading into the v-ehicle and slowly rolling away into the setting sun.
“He’s probably jealous.” Stein snickered, nudging Kleine with his elbow. “Right, Kleine?”
Kleine startled and glanced at Stein with slight fear before chuckling nervously. “I-I guess…”
They boarded the train, loaded their baggage swiftly, and found their way to their seats. Half an hour later and the train departed. An hour in and Gilbert had fallen asleep. Three hours and five minutes in and Werner’s eyes began to droop. Three minutes later he was asleep and fell into a dream.
He was standing at the center of an empty room. A large window with frost eaten edges stretched from the ceiling to the floor in front of him. Silver moonlight spilled in from the outside. The touch of it was cold, draining the color of everything it touched. Rumbling drowned from just beyond. Thunder.
He heard her enter the room from behind him, and he turned.
There she stood. Long, thin, pale. In her hands was a stick. Long, thin, pale.
There was a crack of thunder that hid away a more frightening sound.
“How many times have I explained this to you, Werner?” There was tender love yet disappointment in her voice. “Without the opinions of others, you are nothing.”
Another crack of thunder and a flash of lighting that bleached everything white—
Werner startled and straightened himself. He looked left, right, and forward. Gilbert, face pressed up against the dark window of the train, was snoring away at his left. At his right was the train hall and beyond that a booth occupied by a dozing Kleine, a quietly snoring Bergmann, and a loudly snoring Stein.
It was like Gilbert and Stein were competing to see who was snoring the loudest. Any louder and they’d shake the entire train apart. Annoying, really.
Werner immediately recognized the thought as belonging to Olive and reached out to him. Again, the prince skirted away.
Avoiding responsibility and confrontation like this did no one any good. It created more complications than solutions.
Shaking his head, Werner glanced at the seat across from him. It was empty. Nico was nowhere to be seen.
Werner reached into his uniform and pulled out his pocket watch and flipped it open. Five hours, seven minutes, and forty-five seconds had passed since they had boarded the train.
The tapping of footsteps drew his attention away. He turned his head to find Nico approaching their booth from down the hall. The man slid quietly back into his seat beside Kleine. They locked eyes as he eased himself in.
“Sorry,” Nico whispered. “Did I wake you?”
“I was awake before,” Werner responded curtly. “We aren’t going to the Twin Cities for recreation, so I advise you rest too.”
“I tried.” Nico offered a rare grimace. “But—I hate to say it—I’m nervous to go back.”
“Then you need to conquer your anxiety, Fabrizzio,” Werner returned. “Nerves will create unreliability during our meeting, and we need everything to proceed smoothly.”
Nico paled and then grimaced. “Sorry, Lieutenant, but I don’t have a stomach of steel like you. I’m sure Cadence has told you—or shown you—a lot of my less than stellar moments.”
Werner shut his watch and slid it back into his pocket. “Nico, you will most likely only need to speak a few words at the beginning of the meeting. The rest will be handled by Colonel von Spiel and Ricardo, Francis, and the others. To put it simply, we are mere decorations for the meeting. Reuniting with your old… acquaintances will only be stressful if you make it so. You’ve only been gone for four months.” When he looked up, he found Nico staring. “What is it?”
“Sorry…” Nico mumbled. “It’s just interesting seein’ you talk about Ricardo and Francis like you know them. Now I’m trying to picture what it’d be like if you grew up with us in the Twin Cities.” He chuckled. “All I can see is you lecturing Carl and Cadence. You’d probably be Allen’s favorite.”
“… That’s a ridiculous thought.” Werner frowned.
“Yeah, I guess.” Nico glanced out the window. “I still can’t believe Fortuna got proposed to…” He grimaced again but this time childishly. “…by someone from the Campana Family of all things. Everything’s changed so fast…” His reflection was somber. “Thanks for that update by the way. Can’t believe how hard it is to get a good line at the southern border. When they do get through to me, it’s just business.”
Werner had indeed informed Nico about Ambrose’s initial proposal to Fortuna at Cadence’s request. Cadence had claimed that she needed a “gossip buddy” and had promised to help keep synchronization meetings on track if Werner were to act as a line between them. Prior to this, she had requested him not to inform Nico of Francis’s stabbing, so he had been surprised at this. “It ain’t worth gettin’ him worked up about it,” she had said.
A lie of omission.
It wasn’t his concern, however. It wasn’t his intention to inform Nico of that development to begin with, so he had complied with that request as well.
“Whoever that was that overrode you…” Nico drew suddenly. “… he had… an interesting way of speaking.”
Werner resisted tensing. “Yes, I again apologize for his behavior.”
“I thought he was charming.” Nico chuckled.
Werner couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not.
“Are you all right after all of that though?” Nico continued. A frown was pressing down on his lips. “I mean, it’s the second time that this has happened… and from what you’ve told me… this mostly happens to you—the override…”
Werner’s palms began to itch. “I appreciate your concern, Nico, but I will resolve this issue on my own.” He turned away from the man and ended with, “As I’ve said, get some rest.”
It was only after Nico drifted off that Ricardo was stabbed.
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