You scribble down the address of a local logistics hub on a strip of paper and hand it to the Bo'sun. Naasville, the town which plays host to it, sits on an important geographical cross roads half a days ride north. Rivers, roads and soon a railway track will all cross at Naasville. It's not the main depot for the South, but much of the equipment coming into Polyapavlosk will have come through there and you doubt so many weapons will have gone unnoticed.
An officer, even a junior one, will garner far too much attention poking around and asking questions. But a non-commissioned officer, one of the people and an older man at that, they will simply assume that he has been sent on some business and will pay him no more mind than any other.
"Do you understand what I'm asking of you, Leo?" It is important that he knows. If he is too blatant, whoever is behind this will disappear into so much dust.
"I'm smart enough to know how to ask questions, Leytenant, not to worry." He says with a grin. A snapped salute and another smile see's him disappearing out the door, wrapping his coat around him as he goes.
Leytenant Alexandrova is looking at you when you settle back in your chair, staring across the room. You smile and try to look busy, but a pang of fear shoots through your stomach. You wonder how much she heard.
Living in your own home away from the port has many advantages over the cramped accommodation of the officers quarters. A better kitchen is one thing, you think as you chew slowly on a mouthful of hard bread and stew. The other is the fact that none can decide what is or is not a reasonable amount of animals to look after at any one time.
You smile at the three cats currently eating their own food, Maria, Mickael and Moskya. A bird flits between perches high in the room, chirping sweet song at her housemates. In the corner is a small cage in which a few small mice scurry and play. Keeping animals has forever kept you calm and contented and, while you have a special place in your heart for felines, any small creature is welcome in your home. You have more than once been criticised by female friends for the practice, the implication that men will find it unattractive. Holding out a finger for your bird to land on, you smirk. You'd rarely found that a convincing argument.
A knock at your front door had your bird away on a flutter of wings and your cats scampering away from their bowls. You sigh, frustrated that your dinner has been interrupted, but stand nonetheless. You take a moment to glance in the mirror, tutting at unkempt black hair and mussed blouse, before opening the door.
The drab green uniform of an Army officer was not what you had expected when the knock came, but nonetheless a tall man stands in your doorway wearing the shoulder boards of a Kapitan. He doffs his hat, tucking it under one arm and running a hand through his thin hair as you offer a salute almost automatically. A mixture of confusion and fear has your heart beating loud in your ears as you return his broad smile.
"Starshi-Leytenant Mikhailova?" He asks, beaming as you nod, "Excellent. May I come in?"
"Of course. Please, excuse me, I was just eating dinner, Kapitan?"
"Sverdlov. Apologies for the interruption." He closes the door behind him and walks into your apartment, looking around. The cats are hiding somewhere, though surely they're close at hand.
"No, not at all. Tea?" You disappear into the kitchen, taking a deep breath and waiting for the blood to stop rushing. Why are you so nervous? It had only been a day since Leo had gone North, and he would not have been back yet.
"I can't imagine I'll be that long." He calls through to you. When you return he has taken a seat at the small dining table, his jacket hung over the back of a chair. With it is hung a large brown service holster, surely containing a pistol. The presence of a weapon in the hands of a brother officer is, for perhaps the first time ever, making you nervous. You sit opposite him and attempt to smile calmly.
"May I ask what brings you to my home? I can't say I've had much to do with His Majesty's Army."
"I see no reason to beat around the subject with you, Leytenant. You are prying into business that is very dangerous and you are putting yourself at risk just as you have already put one man at risk. It would be best if you simply returned to your office and acted as if you had never found anything at all. If you do, we'll never see each other again. If not, then..." He shrugged, an emotionless full stop to his suggestion.
How do you respond?
[ ] How dare you! Anger is the only way to respond to a threat.
[ ] Where is my Bo'sun! If he's been hurt...
[ ] I have no idea what you're talking about. Deny any knowledge.
[ ] I've already told my superior officers. It's too late for you.
[ ] Write in.