Cagliari, Sardinia. Which is now under French occupation, of course.
Oh, they managed to hold it? Wow, Italy is getting the stuffing kicked out of it by France and this is before we get involved in the east. Perhaps we can make them fold quickly....oh hell, that means France has to stay alive long enough for it to matter. How did we all miss that? Yeah we can take Italy with our puppets help in a slow campaign but if France keeps distracting them like this, we only have to break through their front lines and then Italy's has a two front war just like Germany. Theee, if we count North Africa which is being cleansed by the British. Maybe they should land in Sicily if we pull that off.
Huh. Now I sort of want France to stay alive not so we can win the war easier but so turkey can enrich herself quicker.
“Just one more thing, Prime Minister. Perhaps we owe Kaya an apology,” says Ögel. Kaya looks calmed, though nonplussed for a moment. It doesn't last. “You know, reflecting on this recent episode, I can’t help but think the pressure of events and keeping track of all his domestic responsibilities as well as the international activities of S.I.T.H. is perhaps a little too unfair on our hard-working Interior Minister. It is our fault he has failed so abjectly in this way.” He looks over at Kaya with theatrically faux sympathy and concern. Kaya’s face begins to burn a bright red as his anger rises. “Indeed, it can’t be good for his apoplexy.” Kaya’s face proves the point more as every second passes; even more so when he starts to make alarming choking sounds.
Wow. That's horrifically direct even for a private cabinet meeting. Did the president give him the go ahead for that ahead of time?
“Yes,” continues Ögel, now enjoying himself. “I think this must have been what led to Kaya’s misjudgement in this matter and his inability to properly control his overseas agents. While I think of it, that is my primary area of expertise, after all. And I have today been left with far less to do than before, and many months before we are likely to have any conventional foreign intelligence action for me to supervise. I feel I could be contributing more.”
Everyone in the room slowly turned paler as the man continued speaking, a few darting their eyes towards the door. One eyed the window.
Ögel turns once more to Kaya, with a stagily solicitous look on his face. “I think the least I can do, Sükrü Kaya, in return for all the support you have given me, is to lighten your heavy load a little. Let me ease your burden. International espionage is my field, after all.” He turns back to face the head of the Cabinet table. “My President, Prime Minister; don’t you think it may be wisest to move S.I.T.H. to the full control of the Intelligence Bureau and make it a purely overseas body, now that we are at war?
He saw no problem with this. it would be a great coup for him and a slap in the face of those fools in the army. Superstition twerps. They actually believed S.I.T.H. propaganda. Not that it wasn't a magnificent wheeze, convincing the whole world their spymaster was actually a demon but really, in this day and age...
Why was everyone looking at him in horror?
Why was the president's face so white. Surely he didn't...
It doesn’t seem to make much sense having them serve two masters.
The entire room sucked in their breath. There was a pause. Then another. A full minute went by with no thunderbolt striking Ögel. There was no chill or mist descending. It was even sunny outside.
Ögel began to grin in amusement.
“Yes, Sükrü Ali, I believe you are right. From today, you will take sole managing control over S.I.T.H. operations, which will be devoted entirely to aiding our foreign war effort. We will keep our focus on Italy and revenge: first on the Tattaglias, then on the Fascist Government itself. In time, you may be able to build the conventional spy network to the point we can use it in Italy – perhaps more for future subversion and sabotage than for industrial espionage, which isn’t so important now we have access to Soviet military technology. Make it careful and slow – they must really suffer when the blow finally falls. I would have them receive my earnest regards, with interest paid on what they have done to us.”
The room began to clear. Many of the men were rather confused and rather afraid of why that might be. Hence when the room began to clear, it cleared quickly. Ögel nodded at the president as he left. He blinked, and Kelebek was in the vacated president's chair.
"So...what's this I hear about you being S.I.T.H. Master, Ögel?"
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