The man didn't look inside. Instead, he placed the satchel into a watertight, iron-bound chest labeled with a series of complex recovery codes. This was the "1637 Archive," a collection of every vital directive needed to secure the frontier.
"The decision is made," Hans replied, handing over the satchel.
"Do you have the package?" the contact whispered, his face hidden by a deep cowl.
Under a moonless sky, Hans met his contact at a rain-slicked pier.
The man didn't look inside. Instead, he placed the satchel into a watertight, iron-bound chest labeled with a series of complex recovery codes. This was the "1637 Archive," a collection of every vital directive needed to secure the frontier.
"The decision is made," Hans replied, handing over the satchel.
"Do you have the package?" the contact whispered, his face hidden by a deep cowl.
Under a moonless sky, Hans met his contact at a rain-slicked pier.