Hells Bells

Unexpected circumstances

June 14th, 2025. Wyte's Office. Imperial Palace. Kurzen, Arragon Republic.

ARCHITECT: We tried to keep it as close to the original design as possible, but due to the damage some features in the room needed to go.

WYTE: That's good, you did a good job. I just have one question though.

He points to the hole in the wall where the balcony used to be.

WYTE: Why is the balcony still gone?

ARCHITECT: We got side tracked with the job you gave us to fix that old restaurant two blocks down from the palace in uptown Kurzen. We expected by the time you came back we'd have both jobs done, but apparently not.

WYTE: How is the progress on the restaurant going?

ARCHITECT: It should be done by the end of the week.

WYTE: That's great... How much do I owe you?

ARCH: 20,000 for the restaurant and 7,500 for the office.

WYTE: US or Arragonian?

The architect ponders.

ARCH: uh... I think Arragonian would be best, I can't find a use for US currency as I'm an independent contractor. I need to be a federal contractor to exchange currency.

WYTE: Well that's just fucking stupid... Well, I don't have 27,000 Arragonian dollars.

Wyte looks around the room. His eyes settle on the bed.

WYTE: Would Minskin gold work?

ARCH: That would work, just need to get it recast with the Arragonian eagle and it should be fine.

WYTE: Good.

He walks over to the bed, pulling out a set of keys and looking under it. He unlocks a safe within the floor and pulls out two gold bars that have the Minskin eagle proudly imprinted upon them. He locks the safe and walks back over to the architect.

WYTE: That's why I told you not to fix that part of the floor and just put a new bed over it.

The man takes the gold. The two men talk about the projects for a few more minutes. The architect leaves, as Wyte walks over to the hole in the wall and stares down at the canal watching a few ships cut through the water. Wyte turns to his new desk. He places his hand on the center of the desk and starts feeling the outline of the words engraved into it's center. ANS Montiroe, the desk was made from the wooden deck of the Arragonian navy's last pre dreadnought to be built. The ship still exists as a coast guard vessel, but has had its deck replaced with a steel one to give it a fighting chance incase of combat. He sits in an office chair with extra padding leaning back in it and closes his eyes. Wyte hears his door fling open, he looks over at the two people who just barged in. Mac and Rishu walk in but stop when their eyes meet with the commander.

WYTE: This is awkward, we're supposed to meet in two hours at the hotel, but this will do.

The two walk forward until they stand in front of the commander. All the while keeping eye contact. Wyte leans forward, placing a key on his desk.

WYTE: The reason I wanted to meet with you is because I need to give you project Icarus. Now if you want to ask questions, now's the time to ask them.

MAC: What Happened?

Wyte leans back smiling.

WYTE: Right to the major story, not a worry for Rivet? Anyway, Rivet is fine. I just needed her to do something she could only do. Now, What happened and I'm only explaining this once.