Sitting on a plush red couch in an opulent room with no windows, a single woman was drinking an amber liquid from a glittering crystal glass.
With shoulder length blue hair and striking gray eyes, she normally would have cut a striking figure. Yet the deep scowl on her face detracted from her usual beauty.
Sitting in front of her was a report she had just received from one of her spies planted on the major Alliance Police base on Azade.
The assassination attempt that she had painstakingly set up to eliminate a single Baccigan had failed.
Not only that, but several other spies, both hers and her allies', had been taken into custody. Sneaking people into the Alliance Police's midst was not terribly difficult, but once they learned about a single mole, the organization became aggravatingly adept at digging up others.
Years of hard work was being unraveled at an alarming pace. And it was all because of a single individual.
