Foreign and Commonwealth Office, FCO
"Jack the Ripper!"
"Jack the Ripper? Who was that?.... Oh, the madman who killed people in Whitechapel not so long ago?"
"We still don't know if it was him or the bitch, but anyway, the madman showed up again and killed someone."
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".....kkkkkkkk. We're screwed."
The prescient policeman was right.
Normally, Whitechapel has enough murders for you to walk by and get shot, but the yellow journalists of the British Empire had blown things out of proportion by linking it to the fictional Jack the Ripper.
A murder that happened a few weeks earlier is now a household name on the European continent.
This is how you get the attention of citizens all over the world (and Europe was the center of the world at that time, the world itself), especially when it comes to lives and property?
As a politician in the dark British Empire, this was intolerable.
"This murder has shocked our great and glorious British society, but what did the London police do? The police are responsible for the safety of the citizens and they were incompetent.
Incompetent.
"The Metropolitan Police must do everything they can to regain the public's trust or we, the Parliament, will take it upon ourselves to take them apart and put them back together again."
Intimidation.
"Fucking bastards, you work all day eating bacon and you can't catch a single murderer! And you think you can take my tax dollars after that?!"
Profanity.
The political establishment has been beating up on the Metropolitan Police Service.
Not surprisingly, under pressure from the Palace of Westminster, which controls its budget and blackmails it, the Met caved in without explanation.
The scene at the hearing, where the Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police was insulted by a bright young MP, was truly an art form.
There was a group of people who watched the whole spectacle with smiles on their faces....
The Metropolitan Police extend their influence in London through the Bow Street Horse Patrol.
And its parent agency, the Foreign and Commonwealth Office (FCO), which had a shitty relationship with the Home Office.
"Kahahahaha!!! That sucks."
"The Home Office cunts, who used to smugly claim to be the biggest organization in the British Empire, are getting their asses handed to them... Ah.... God hasn't forsaken us after all!"
"The cunts who eat our money like pigs on the mainland can't stop a single murder, it's a disgrace to the British Empire!"
The Foreign and Commonwealth Office didn't stop there.
They siphoned off funds for overseas operations and shoved them up MPs' asses.
"Hey, do you know any MPs in the Palace of Westminster?"
"Yeah, my uncle's a three-term MP."
"Oh! Then I'll give you the budget and tell your uncle to beat up the Home Office so bad you can't carry your face for a while!"
"And where will he get the budget from?"
"Hmm.... The French Republic and the Russian Empire can't take any more money out of their budgets, but the German Empire?"
"All right, I'll give you some money from the Grand Duchy of Germany."
But no one could have foreseen this.
No one realized that this decision would change the future of the British Empire forever.
***
The Home Office (HO) and the Foreign and Commonwealth Office (FCO) of the British Empire.
The relationship between these two departments is similar to that of the Imperial Japanese Navy and Army, which were so bad that they pointed cannons at each other.
"The assholes in the State Department play hand in glove with the blacks in Africa and the yellows in Asia. I feel sticky just being around them...."
"Horrible. Horrible. Horrible. Horrible. Horrible. Horrible. Horrible. Horrible. Horrible. Horrible. Horrible. I get goosebumps thinking about the Home Office bugs living and breathing next to me.... What a fucking pig to expect anything other than the peace and colonization of Europe we worked so hard to create...."
The power of the Foreign Office is unimaginable in the context of the British Empire, a nation dedicated to diplomacy through diplomacy for diplomacy's sake.
Since the Napoleonic Wars, the Foreign and Commonwealth Office has been the defender of Europe, and it has a monopoly on the administrative, judicial, military, police, and economic affairs of the British Empire's colonies in Africa, Asia, the Americas, and the Indian subcontinent.
The revenue from the colonies is also quite sweet, so the power of the Foreign Office is considerable.
However, the Home Office, the nemesis of the Foreign and Commonwealth Office, does everything but the Foreign Office.
Think of it as having a monopoly on administrative, judicial, military, police, and economic affairs on the mainland.
Not surprisingly, relations between the two departments have never been good.
They fight over everything from influence to budget to scope, each checking the other's power and status.
In such a situation, the Metropolitan Police, which is part of the Home Office, gets beaten up by Parliament?
It was a blessing in disguise for the Foreign and Commonwealth Office.
The Foreign and Commonwealth Office, FCO
King Charles Street London SW1.
"It's been three years since I've been here, I had a wild night with the whores in Whitechapel, so it's been a while since I've been here."
Headquarters of the Foreign Office, one of the two pillars of the executive branch of the British Empire.
A woman enters a place notorious for its brutal security.
She's five feet tall.
Slim figure, 45 kilos.
Short orange hair.
Blue eyes.
In the German Empire, her beautiful appearance and friendly personality endeared her to those around her, but as soon as she entered the Foreign Ministry, she reverted to her usual cold, heavy, and arrogant expression.
This is true.
Isn't the Germanic Empire, or the British Empire, a boring and dull Germanic people to begin with?
How can the very words kindness and exuberance be associated with Germanic peoples unless they are Latinized, like the French Republic or the Kingdom of Italy?
"Ah, code name Little Horse?"
"Fuck. You can't call a woman Little Horse..."
The young man who had greeted the woman with the unusual name of Little Halls bowed his head stiffly.
The young man is one of the blue-blooded nobles of the British Empire, but he is nothing compared to the woman before him.
The family she belongs to has influence not only in the royal court, but also in the military and in Parliament.
Of course, her father's behavior has been less than stellar lately, but Little Hall's skills are more than enough to cover up his scandals.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have spent three years infiltrating the German Reich.
"I've been in the motherland for three years, but I'm still a fucking terrible namesake. What's your code name, Little Horse? Little Halls."
"That's the codename the late Foreign Minister chose for us, and we couldn't bring ourselves to touch it."
"Tsk.... That old lady didn't have to die for nothing..."
For a moment, the old woman's face flashed through her mind.
But that was it!
She hadn't come here because of the old woman, had she?
"Let's go."
"Yes. I'll take you to the Foreign and Commonwealth Office, FCO, British Empire, where Little Halls belongs."
"Huh. Okay..."
***
The German Secret Service was created to keep track of the changes in Central Europe after the reunification of the German Empire and the rise of the German Reich to the point where it was able to overwhelm the French and Austrian Empires.
Rumor has it that its intelligence agents are even more monstrous than those of the Great Game's former enemy, the Russian secret service.
That's where Little Hall comes in with his lanky frame.
As they walked through the cold underground corridors of King Charles Street, London SW1, Little Halls said to the man as if she had an idea.
"Ah... You know, Jack the Ripper."
"Yes."
"That.... What was his name, and what did he look like, like hair color or eye color or something?"
Clearly, her expression, her tone, her intonation were all casual questions, but why do her emotions seem to be boiling over with anger?
But the man doesn't ask.
The woman before him would never betray the British Empire.
"Ah... You mean that damned whore who seduces men with his shameless hip swinging? You said his name was Martha Tabrum, didn't you?
"....."
"His hair was blonde, and I seem to remember that her eyes were golden as well."
"....."
"What is it, is something wrong?"
"No.... I was just curious."
'What bitch killed the guy who fucked me?'
Little Halls is a fanatical agent in the German Reich, working for the undying glory of the British Empire.
No one knew what the future held for her when she began to take an interest in a crazed, murderous bitch named Jack the Ripper.