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December 23rd, 1939 – Volkshalle, Valoria

The air in Alexander's private chambers was heavy with tension as he reviewed the latest reports from Ruthenia. The flames in the fireplace crackled softly, casting flickering shadows on the walls. A map of Eastern Europe lay unfurled on the table before him, Ruthenia marked with red annotations—supply routes, troop deployments, and key revolutionary strongholds.

Julieanne Kyle entered the room, carrying a fresh dossier. Her steps were brisk, her demeanor sharp. "Your Excellency, the Ruthenian Embassy has responded."

Alexander looked up, his masked face unreadable. "And?"

She placed the dossier in front of him. "They have officially acknowledged our concerns but insist that Johannes Krieg remains under lawful detention. They claim he is being treated fairly and will face a thorough investigation before any decision on his release is made."

Alexander's gloved fingers traced the edge of the dossier. "A predictable response. They are stalling, hoping to buy time."

Julieanne nodded. "Exactly. Our agents in St. Petersburg report increased activity around the state police facility where Krieg is being held. Security has been heightened, and the Tsar's government is tightening its grip on revolutionary elements. They fear an escalation."

Alexander's voice was calm but resolute. "Their fear is justified. Valoria does not tolerate disrespect. If they think they can keep Krieg indefinitely, they are mistaken."

Julieanne hesitated before speaking again. "There's more. Our intelligence indicates that Krieg is under immense pressure. The Ruthenians are using advanced interrogation techniques, including psychological manipulation. While he remains steadfast, we cannot assume his resilience will last indefinitely."

Alexander stood, his imposing figure casting a long shadow over the table. "Then we must act decisively. Diplomacy has run its course. It is time to prepare for a more direct intervention."

Julieanne's eyes narrowed. "An extraction operation?"

"Yes," Alexander replied, his tone firm. "But it must be executed with precision. The world must not suspect Valoria's involvement. Assemble our best operatives. I want a plan ready within twenty-four hours."

December 24th, 1939 – St. Petersburg, Ruthenia.

The streets of St. Petersburg were blanketed in snow, the cold biting through even the thickest of coats. The city's usual bustle was subdued, its people weary from the unrest that had gripped the nation.

Inside the state police facility, Johannes Krieg sat alone in his cell. His body ached from the harsh conditions, but his mind remained sharp. He had spent years preparing for moments like this, and his training had not failed him yet. Still, he knew his time was running out.

The door to his cell opened, and Inspector Damien entered once more, his expression colder than before. He carried a thin metal case, which he set down on the table with a deliberate clang.

"Good evening, Mr. Krieg," Damien said, his tone devoid of the false cheer he had previously employed. "I trust you've had time to reflect."

Johannes raised an eyebrow. "I've had plenty of time, Inspector. Unfortunately for you, my story hasn't changed."

Damien's lips thinned. "Perhaps it is time for a more… persuasive approach."

He opened the metal case, revealing a set of intricate tools. Johannes's eyes flicked over the contents, recognizing their purpose immediately. The Ruthenians were escalating their efforts.

Before Damien could begin, the door to the interrogation room opened abruptly, and a uniformed officer stepped in, saluting.

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Damien frowned but rose from his seat. "Stay here," he ordered the guards before leaving the room.

As the door closed behind him, Johannes allowed himself a moment to breathe. His situation was dire, but he knew Valoria would not abandon him. He had to hold on just a little longer.

In the heart of Volkshalle, a team of Valorian operatives gathered in a secure briefing room. The atmosphere was tense but focused, each individual aware of the gravity of the mission ahead. Julieanne stood at the head of the room, a detailed map of St. Petersburg projected on the wall behind her.

"Our target is here," she began, pointing to the state police facility. "Johannes Krieg is being held in a maximum-security cell on the second floor. The building is heavily fortified, with guards stationed at all entrances and regular patrols in the surrounding area."

She turned to face the team. "This operation requires absolute precision. We cannot leave any evidence of Valorian involvement. Our objective is to extract Krieg and return him to Valoria without alerting the Ruthenians."

One of the operatives, a man named Viktor, raised his hand. "What about backup plans? If the operation is compromised?"

Julieanne's expression hardened. "Failure is not an option. If the situation escalates, you are authorized to neutralize any threats. However, discretion is paramount. We cannot afford to ignite an international incident."

Another operative, Lena, stepped forward. "Do we have any intelligence on the building's vulnerabilities?"

Julieanne shook her head. "No, which is why you will use your reconnaissance time efficiently. Our agents in St. Petersburg have provided a basic overview of the facility's layout, but key details—guard rotations, hidden entry points, and internal security measures—must be confirmed on-site. You'll have a narrow window to assess and plan the infiltration."

Viktor exchanged a glance with Lena. "Understood. Once we have eyes on the facility, we'll prioritize locating weaknesses and blind spots. What's the timeline for the operation?"

"Forty-eight hours from insertion," Julieanne said, her tone firm. "You'll travel to Ruthenia tonight and begin your reconnaissance immediately upon arrival. The extraction team must be in and out before the Tsar's forces can react."

Another operative, Andrei, raised his hand. "What about local support? Are there assets on the ground we can rely on?"

"There is none, you are all on your own," Julieanne answered.

Viktor folded his arms, his expression resolute. "We'll get it done."

Julieanne's gaze swept over the team. "Good. Remember, this mission is not just about rescuing Johannes Krieg. It's about demonstrating that Valoria does not abandon its own. The Supreme Leader is watching, and failure is not an option."

The room fell silent, the weight of her words settling over the operatives. Finally, Viktor spoke. "We won't fail."