Back in Sweden, at the city where the Ruthenian Navy conducted an air strike to destroy Ruthenian military vehicles. The agent who reported the sightings to the Ruthenian High Command had its arms and feet chained by a rusty metal in a cold dark room. Blood trickles down his battered face, his eyes swollen, and his nose fractured.
Walking down in a circle around him was the Finnish Major General, Ralf Hietala, observing every inch of his body.
"I'm going to ask you one last time, how did you find us?" Ralf said while taking another step closer.
The agent swallowed, blood dripping from his mouth and neck as he does it with his head. He glared at the treasonous General who dared betray the Tsar. He sniggered, "I told you, your mother gave me directions...ugh,"
A fist rammed the agent's face.
"Wrong answer," Ralf said in a deadly tone. "Look, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Tell us how did you locate us and how did you contact the Ruthenian High Command. Oh, pardon for asking the wrong question, what I mean is, how did you contact your agency? We already know that you are the Foreign Intelligence Service's agent. What's bothering us is how did you contact them in a remote town in Sweden? I mean, we haven't stayed in the town for thirty minutes yet the Ruthenian Air Force blew up our location."
The agent smirked and laughed deridingly. "And how many times do I have to answer your question? Your mother told me the directions. As for how I contacted my government, well I sent a pigeon."
"Are you fucking messing with us?!" One of the Black Hand operatives kicked him in the face. The FSI agent spat out blood as his eyes gleamed coldly toward the people in the room.
"That's enough," the seemingly superior Black Hand operative raised a hand, stopping the violence they are incurring to the FSI agent. "The man's not going to talk, because he is a blind loyal hound to the monarch who keeps feeding him lies."
"But sir?" another one tried to protest.
"Enough!" The masked Black Hand operative's voice boomed loudly through the dimly lit basement, silencing the remaining agents. The Black Hand leader looked straight at the FSI agent.
"You dog, I admit the way of life in the Ruthenia Empire is improving dramatically but if you were to look at it from another side, you'll see your emperor getting richer and richer while you, the working class, go poorer, and poorer. The emperor is just using you to fill his coffers. Aren't you getting sick of that?"
The FSI agent spoke. "You know nothing about the emperor and the way of life in the Ruthenia Empire. What can I expect, you're not even a Ruthenian in the first place. Do you know why our agency exists? That is to hunt you down. You pissed our emperor and are hell-bent on tracking each and every one of you down. Including traitors who are blinded by greed,"
He grinned evilly and spit out a small amount of blood as he stared daggers at the masked Black Hand operative and Ralf.
"You!" Ralf pulled out a pistol from his holster and trained it on him.
The FSI agent was unfazed by his action as he continued to grin. "What are you gonna do? Shoot me? You know what, I don't care anymore. I have fulfilled my purpose, and that is to protect my country. I have principles to live by whereas you have no principles whatsoever. I'm going to have my meaningful death here."
Ralf scoffed at his statement. He took another step forward and pressed the muzzle into the Agent's temple. "Do you really believe that you fulfilled your purpose? Well, you did destroy the vehicles that I stole from the Ruthenian Military but our engineers have already figured out the secrets in the vehicle. Simply put, we have no need for it and decided to trash it since it's a pain in the ass to transport it out of the country."
"What are you talking about?" The FSI agent asked with confusion.
"Oh, come on, how stupid are you?! Do you really think we are going to park in some remote town? We know that there are Foreign Intelligence Service Agents stationed in every country to find the Black Hand. So we use the vehicles as bait to draw you out, confirming the Black Hands theory that the Ruthenians send agents to every country."
"And it was a spectacular show," the masked Black Hand operative finally joined the conversation. "The aircraft that bombed our location, didn't come from Finland because your country hasn't exported it to the Finnish Air Force. It probably came from an aircraft carrier stationed in the Barents Sea, the direction of where the aircraft came from gave me the answer."
"So what of it?" The FSI agent shrugged as if it didn't matter. "You have lured me into your trap, so what of it?"
"That plane gave us an answer that we can't take on Ruthenian Empire directly. Even if we manipulate the Britannian Empire and the Deutschland Empire to wage war on Ruthenia, they won't win against your armed forces. This is why the Black Hand is conducting technological espionage to help those countries catch up to your military capabilities and soon destroy the Ruthenian hegemony, after that, we, the Black Hand, will rise up from the darkness and take everything under our control!`` The masked Black Hand operative clenched his fist as if to demonstrate the power of his statement.
"Hmph, good luck with that. The Foreign Intelligence Services have a mark on you and will capture you before you accomplish that meaningless and stupid goal of yours."
"Our goals are beyond your understanding," the masked Black Hand operative said mockingly.
"No, I still think it's stupid. To control the world under your own rule, I mean to what end? Have you ever asked yourself that?"
As they were having a conversation, a Black Hand operative entered the room. "Sir, we have located the communication device the man used but it was already torn down."
"Is that so? Then we don't have any use for him any longer. Major Ralf, you may now kill him."
"With pleasure," Ralf smiled wickedly before shooting the FSI agent in the head. After killing him, he pulled the trigger again, and again, and again at his body, until he exhausted all of his bullets.
Afterward, they all left the room, leaving the dead body behind to rot away.
