Conspiracy

Late at night, in Trier, Angoulême de François sat in front of a small analyzer and a radio transceiver, attentively listening to the clicks and observing as a "translated" telegram was produced by a mechanical typewriter.

The signature above simply read Hidden Blade.

Having exchanged a few messages, Angoulême remained composed. He picked up the telegram and swiftly skimmed through its contents.

"Um, when you're protecting high-ranking government officials and members of parliament daily, do you tail them even during personal moments like affairs or trips to the washroom?"

A wry smile formed on Angoulême's face. He contemplated responding to Hidden Blade with, "What occupies your thoughts all day?" However, in the blink of an eye, his eyes narrowed as he tapped away on the mechanical typewriter.

"Tell me, what crime do you intend to commit? Which high-ranking government official or member of parliament is your target for assassination?"