Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140530170536/@comment-24449631-20140531101910

Knight, weary of yesterday night had been helping with cleaning up his department.

One of the prisoners that had escaped managed to get in Special Operations’ offices.

Luckily, Deroscus could dispatch him before he did any real damage.

Knight smiled

''Perhaps I should give that boy a raise. He showed true valour today… ''

But now it simply wasn’t the time to celebrate anything. A dangerous assassin and his associate escaped, the agency has been attacked by another one, there are eight dead, three in the hospital and the integrity of the organisation has been severely damaged.

This would go all the way to the top. To the emperor… We’re his men after all.

“sigh…” Knight said as he placed another dossier back where it belonged.

“Knight?” A familiar voice behind him sounded.

The imperial spook turned around.

“Bishop.” He replied as he saw who it was.

“My office… Now.”

Knight closed his eyes and sighed even harder now. He knew this would happen, Bishop was going to give him one hell of a speech…

“Yes, sir.” Knight agreed and followed Bishop through the hall.

Both men didn’t say a word to each other, which was unusual actually. Eventually they reached Bishop’s office, which had remained intact. The situation had been contained before some escapés could get to the head’s office.

It was almost identical to Knight’s office, if not even more protected. The same wooden panelling too. He took some decoration tips from knight a few years ago…

<p class="MsoNormal">“please be seated.” Bishop offered the other man a chair.

<p class="MsoNormal">Knight got seated in the rather soft armchair but somehow couldn’t get relaxed in it.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What was all that about!” Bishop then began…

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well er…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“How could this have happened!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well sir…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“years and years of integrity, ruined because of your lax nature!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Sir!” Knight demanded over his boss’ rant.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I know this looks bad but we also have shown’ just how quickly we were able to react. Most prisoners are back behind bars… some even got their sentence faster than usual…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“That’s not it… Knight.” Bishop said slightly shaking his head.

<p class="MsoNormal">“It’s the fact we’ve lost documents…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Knight’s eyes widened.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I… I didn’t know that…” He admitted.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes… Documents entrailing your interrogation sessions.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“You mean…” Knight’s heart started to pound into his chest.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes, dear friend.” Bishop said as he threw the black horse courier of today into Knight’s lap.

<p class="MsoNormal">Knight quickly grabbed hold of it and read the front page.

<p class="MsoNormal">“ Horrible torture practises in P.O. HQ ”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Do they know my name?!” Knight quickly asked, not wanting to read the whole article.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes… They do.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“The Black Horse Courier has gotten hands on all of it.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Knight dropped the newspaper in anguish.

<p class="MsoNormal">And held his head in his hands

<p class="MsoNormal">“What do I do…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Bishop loosened his collar.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well… That’s actually why I’ve brought you here.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Knight looked up.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yeah… I’ve spoken with King and Rook...”

<p class="MsoNormal">A meeting without Knight?

<p class="MsoNormal">“… and we have all agreed on one thing.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Knight didn’t like the sound of it.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Which is…?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“You’ll be forced into retirement. Starting immediately” Bishop said coldly.

<p class="MsoNormal">Knight couldn’t believe what his colleague just said.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I beg your pardon?” he then asked, hoping he misunderstood.

<p class="MsoNormal">Bishop went on:

<p class="MsoNormal">“The Penitus Oculatus just cannot bear another of your cock-ups, Samuel…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Knight felt anger boil up in him, how dared they lock him out like.

<p class="MsoNormal">“This department is soiled with you still in it. We, as the emperor’s men cannot afford that.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“So you’re mediawhores now? Huh!” Knight snapped.

<p class="MsoNormal">“No need to get upset… The department has been damaged… And someone has to take the fall. You know how it goes.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Knight remained silent for a bit.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What will happen with me now…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well, we already have a replacer…. Smart man, Leyawiin schooled, bright future ahead of him.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Knight rubbed his eyes, almost as if he was trying to hide tears.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You’ll be forced to give up your code-name, your firearm and uniform…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Knight dropped his gun on Bishop’s table. And took the insignias of his uniform. Dropping them new to the gun.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You’ll be forced to give up the car and your official residence, which you have to leave within three days.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Knight simply nodded, defeated… angry and defeated.

<p class="MsoNormal">“might I ask who my replacer will be?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Bishop smiled.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Villia Velantino…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Knight’s eyes widened.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Your… granddaughter?” Knight sounded confused.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yeah, any problems with that?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“…” Knight started to think. Think back to the knight, yesterday… it was such a mess.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Wait a minute…” he realised after a while.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What?” Bishop asked curious as to what he might have found out.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I remember it well… There never were any journalists inside HQ… The situation was already under control, like I said earlier… So how did they get my interrogation rapport?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“You know, Samuel… it’s getting late.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Knight couldn’t believe it.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You…” he muttered in disbelief.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You leaked it!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Alright! Yes! I did.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Knight clenched his fists.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Why…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I already told you! The integrity of our organisation is top priority… We have a media fiasco on our hands. The people demand someone who has to take the blame. The fall… if you will.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“So That’s it? You just wanted to protect yourselves?” Knight said with a bit of a laugh, realising just how big of a coward his boss actually was.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Not ourselves… Mr. Selona… but the agency…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Samuel looked away.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yeah… Sure…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Ready to leave the room, Samuel was stopped by Bishop’s words.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Samuel…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yeah?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Long live the empire.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yeah…” he turned around again, and walked out.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Long live the fucking empire…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I need a drink.”

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