Halifax
Alexandra Worthington looked out the window of the government building where she was waiting for her team. She held onto a locket that she hung from her neck. It had two portriats, one of her father, Field Marshal Frank Worthington, and the other of her deceased mother Juli. The snow was falling lightly today, probably becasue winter was almost over. What will happen when the snows stop coming? She knew that the Dysaniians were relentless on the conquest of Eastern Canada. The Canadian Army was in a slow retreat while they were eating up the Dysaniian positions. Soon, she hoped that her father could turn the tide and force the Dysaniians to retreat. She let go of the locket when her superiors walked in. She recognized all three of them. They were Sir Robert Haller, Knight Grand Cross of the Knights of the Empire, Dame Laura O'Niel, Dame Grand Cross of the Knights of the Empire, and finally Sir Robert Riel, Knight Grand Cross of the Knights of the Empire. They took their seat on this grand panel, while Alex stood in front of them.
Sir Robert started. "Dame Alex Worthington, Dame Commander of the Knights of the Empire, we have need for your services. We have a crisis. With the loss of Toronto and the sudden disappearance of an entire army including it's general has forced us to conclue that either the Dysaniians have them and that perhaps some are behind enemy lines preparing for a partisan war. We want you to take a team of highly trained professionals into enemy lines and do as much damage as you can. Espinage, Sabatoge, anything that can slow the Dysaniian advance." Sir Robert pointed to the back and ushered a group of people forward. A group of five people walked up. Four men and one woman. They stood in a line so Alex could inspect them.
She looked at the first man. He wore a black trench-coat overtop a turtleneck and a pair of black jeans. He wore a fedora hat. "Samuel Skinner, gentleman thief. At your service."
She moved on to the woman. She was dressed in a brown jacket and matching pants. A shirt was under the jacket. Her long blonde hair was in a bun. She gave off this sense of beauty but witha chill of an animal ferocity. "Tina Parker, Captain of the Lord Protector's Foot Guards."
An Imperial guard, great. Thought Alex. The other two men were dressed in similar dress. A black jacket over top of a white shirt and black vest. A pair of black pants and black shoes that looked rather clean. They gave off this sense of authority. But they didn't say their names or profession, and Alex got suspicious. "Show me your right arm, both of you."
They looked at each other and showed Alex their right arm. A tatoo of a Haida style coyote was drawn on, with the letter M under the coyote. One man spoke up. "I am Dallas Morena and this is my brother Clark. We are members of the Morena Crime Family. But you didn't hear that."
"Why are you here?"
Clark replied. "Because if the Dysaniians win the war, then our father's business will be gone."
Mafia, damn fools.
She moved on to the last man. he was dressed in a light brown shirt with a long brown trench-coat. He had on a pair of army boots, and a pair of light brown pants witha leather belt. His hair was scruffy-looking. "Special Agent Tom Reynolds, Confederate Secret Service."
Alex looked at him. "So the Confederacy is aware of our situation."
"All to well. If Greater Canada falls, how long before the DSA try to force us back into their Union."
Alex turned back to her superiors. "When do we leave?"
Dame Laura replied. "You are to go to Pier Eight. A submarine is waiting for your team. they will sail you to Dysaniian Occupied territory and then you must find the partisans. Dismissed."
The six people team left for the pier.
