After his sumptuous and extravagant dinner with the Kadar-Neyvis Family, Ves separated from them after receiving a schedule for his upcoming tour.
He hailed a military shuttle from his comm, which picked him up and brought him back to a military base which housed his assigned accommodation.
As Ves entered his private quarters, Leland Toll already waited for him there.
"I trust you made a good impression on Mrs. Kadar and Mr. Neyvis?"
"You tell me, Leland. Surely Flashlight managed to hook into the monitoring system of the Lyrical Kitchen, right?"
His case officer smirked. "Correct, and I’m sure that Spotlight hacked into it as well. It’s not very useful however as guests know better than to discuss anything sensitive in such a semi-public location. From what I’ve witnessed, you did a good enough job in lowering their guard."
"Even if I lied, I didn’t lie too much." Ves responded.
"That will remain the key throughout your interactions with the KNG. You need to be genuine enough for you to come across as authentic. The last thing we want to do is to evoke their suspicion that you’ve been sent to do some actual investigation."
Ves snorted at that. "Is the entire position of liaison mech designer even useful?"
"Oh, they are still very much needed. Especially to mech companies in the control of a single strong mech designer, they often tend to take weird directions from time to time. Having a liaison in place will force entrepreneurs to rein in some of their wildest actions. Liaisons aren’t there to act as cops who will stop crimes when they happen. They are placed among companies as a form of deterrence in order to ensure stability and continuity in operations."
"I see then." Ves nodded. "Even if the liaison is overly friendly with the companies they are meant to supervise, just having another mech designer present that isn’t completely loyal is already enough to stop most antics."
"Let’s move onto Kadar and Neyvis. Having met them in person, what are your impressions of the two?"
"They’re a very happy pair. I really like their children. It’s hard to imagine that there is anything amiss at the KNG."
"That’s what they wanted you to believe. Don’t fall for their act." Leland shook his head. "Perhaps you are too close and taken in by their impression of a perfect family, but even the best of people can take a wrong turn. The fact that they have a wondrous family doesn’t rule out that they are guilty of treason."
"I can see what you mean, Leland, but it’s really hard for me to imagine that Kadar or Neyvis are willing to ruin everything they built up so far. Their family is bound to be ruined and broken up if it turns out that they are really working together with the BLM."
"The main culprits behind any possible collusion may not even reach that high up. Even so, I don’t want you to develop the impression that the two mech designers are completely innocent. You need to keep your eyes open as you inspect each aspect of the KNG. Base your judgement on facts and logic instead of your emotions."
The two discussed some other matters related to the job. Overall, the first meeting didn’t leave Ves with much to go on. He needed to wait for the tour of the KNG’s various facilities before he could return with more intelligence.
"The various properties of the KNG are well-guarded against real and virtual intrusions." Leland said. "We won’t be able to monitor what is happening inside without risking detection. That would be very bad."
"So I’ll be on my own when I do my inspections?"
"Correct, but a strike team of operatives will always be a few blocks away. Even now, they are still in hiding outside this base. They will follow you around discreetly and come to your aid if there is a need for intervention. However, all of this rests on the premise that Flashlight’s involvement remains unknown. The strike team that is backing you up are constantly in disguise." frёewebnoѵēl.com
Hopefully, Ves wouldn’t see the need to call for their help. "That’s reassuring to hear. So to sum it up, I’ll have to do all the actual inspections myself?"
"Correct. Otherwise, why would we have a need of a mech designer of your caliber? Right now, we need you because Flashlight has faith that you are skilled enough to detect any irregularities at the KNG’s facilities in a very short amount of time. The faster you spot anything amiss, the sooner we can decide upon an appropriate response."
"How much time do I have?"
"We’re not sure, but by my reckoning you should return to us with a definite confirmation no longer than three weeks."
Three weeks sounded short, too short for Ves to develop a close trust with Kadar and Neyvis. He’d have to be a bit more brazen and assertive in his role as liaison to wrap up his investigation in that short amount of time.
"Why three weeks? Is that when the threat of Vesian intrusion becomes real?"
"I can’t say. Just know that we can only spare three weeks for your investigation before we have to pull you out and move to another plan."
Leland quickly left after mentioning a few more things about the happy family. Overall, the spy wanted Ves to remain sober and not be taken in too much by the overly rosy picture painted by the happy family.
Once Ves was left alone, he sat behind his terminal and wrote up a report of his activities for his cover role. Even though he didn’t include any important details in this casual report, it was nonetheless a necessary activity for every liaison.
The next day, Ves ate a quick breakfast at the base, thereby also showing himself off at the personnel present there, before boarding a military shuttle again.
"Where to, Mr. Larkinson?"
"Take me to the headquarters of the Kadar-Neyvis Group."
The time limit imposed by Leland gave Ves a lot of pressure. He canceled some of his initial plans of visiting other areas of Dorum for the sole purpose of appearing in public to show off his awards like a nouveau riche.
"Even if I spend most of my time with the KNG, I’ll already be exposed as it is. There’s no need for me to visit some busy street to attract attention from the public."
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