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Chapter 202 A Job Offer

The soft glow of candlelight bathed the grand chamber of Volkshalle in a muted warmth, but the atmosphere inside was anything but welcoming. Alexander, the Supreme Leader of Valoria, stood with his hands clasped behind his back, staring out the tall windows at the snow-covered city below. The fires of industry burned in the distance, their faint plumes of smoke rising into the icy sky. It was a nation at its peak, and Alexander intended to ensure its vision reached far beyond Valoria's borders.

Behind him, the sound of boots echoed on the marble floor. Julieanne entered the chamber, leading Johannes Krieg, freshly extracted from Ruthenia. Johannes bore the look of a man who had seen too much—his face lined with exhaustion, his movements deliberate and cautious. His dark coat, though neat, showed signs of wear, a stark contrast to the immaculate surroundings of Volkshalle.

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Alexander turned slowly, his piercing gaze locking onto Johannes. "Mr. Krieg," he began, his voice calm but heavy with expectation, "Valoria owes you a debt of gratitude. Your work in Ruthenia has been invaluable."@@@@

Johannes stood at attention, his composure unbroken despite the weight of the Supreme Leader's gaze. "The honor was mine, Supreme Leader. I only regret that I couldn't do more before my extraction."

Alexander waved a hand dismissively. "You did exactly what was asked of you and more. The intelligence you gathered exposed the depths of Ivan's tyranny. It was your reports that gave us insight into the plight of the Ruthenian people and the bravery of their resistance. Without you, we would be blind to their suffering."

Johannes inclined his head slightly. "Thank you, sir."

Julieanne stepped forward, placing a folder on the table between them. "Supreme Leader, Johannes's unique position in Ruthenia has already proven his value. He's established contacts among the revolutionary cells and has firsthand knowledge of their inner workings."

Alexander's gaze didn't waver as he spoke. "And yet, despite their courage, the revolution falters. Ivan has unleashed the full might of his forces to crush them. Fear spreads like poison across the continent, snuffing out the flames of rebellion before they can ignite."

A faint smile touched Alexander's lips, though his eyes remained hard. "I knew you would."

Within days, Johannes was aboard a Valorian transport plane, flying under the cover of night toward a remote drop zone in western Ruthenia. The aircraft hummed softly, its interior dimly lit. Crates of supplies surrounded him—rifles, ammunition, medical kits, and encrypted radios. They were the tools of revolution, carefully smuggled past loyalist defenses.

Julieanne had accompanied him to the airfield, offering a final briefing before his departure. "This isn't just another mission, Johannes. You're carrying more than supplies. You're carrying hope. The people need to see that they're not alone—that Valoria stands with them, even if we can't be there in force."

Johannes had nodded, his jaw set with determination. "I won't let them down."

Now, as the plane neared its destination, he checked his gear one last time. The pilot's voice crackled over the intercom. "Approaching the drop zone. Five minutes."

Johannes rose, securing his parachute. He glanced at the pilot and co-pilot, their faces obscured by masks to protect their identities. They would be returning to Valoria as soon as the drop was complete, leaving Johannes alone to navigate the dangers ahead.

The cargo door opened, revealing the dark expanse of the Ruthenian wilderness below. Snow-covered forests stretched as far as the eye could see, illuminated only by the pale glow of the moon. The cold air rushed into the cabin, biting at his face.

"Good luck," the pilot said, his voice barely audible over the roar of the wind.

Johannes stepped to the edge, his heart pounding but his resolve unshaken. Without hesitation, he leaped into the void.