Teresa
Chapter Two: "Counterattacks"
Current Location: Greenhill
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8:01 am. Meeting with the Eyes-and-Ears
regarding the Highland mishaps, as well as concerning how Greenhill will be
affected, should peace treaty be nullified and war break out. Must
have more information to act upon.
Important!:
1. Hold meetings that steer clear of any
fast food centers, groceries, ice cream places, and anywhere else where
edibles are in plain view. Office budget overtaxed because of it.
2. Negotiate with Tenna's Eats for bill
settlement AND shop repairs regarding last month's meeting.
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The Eyes-and-Ears, more than
any other agency within Greenhill, comprised most of Teresa's spy
network. The acting mayor prided herself on thinking of its name in the
first place, unofficial as it was. The city was known for one of the best
possible education of anywhere within the Jouston City-States; in an era
where many hired professional spies to filch out state secrets, plots, and
counterplots, who would have guessed that most of Teresa's own informants
would come from Greenhill Academy's very own students and teachers?
Teresa had a flair for the
dramatic sometimes.
Not all the students were
privy to the little group, however; each spy had been carefully screened,
had their credentials --and birthplaces-- carefully checked out, from
their history to aptitude scores to loyalty, perhaps a week or so of
scrutiny, before finally being invited to join the secret society they never
even knew existed until that very moment. As this was a unique (and elite,
she had no false pretenses about that) faction of some proportions,
Teresa was insistent on making sure that there would be no turncoats
among the fold. It was in truth quite a small group, but they were all
adequate for the job on hand.
More than adequate,
sometimes.
Meetings were sporadic and
rarely formal; Teresa found it an interesting and consequently more
refreshing relationship than she did over political matters with the other
City-States. And for this, she was willing to overlook little things like
teenage overenthusiasm and fondness for excessive midday snacks, one of the
more unfortunate side effects of her idea.
At the moment, the
Eyes-and-Ears were clustered around one of the more secure rooms of the
local inn; the innkeeper and his wife, both active supporters, were gracious
enough to offer them a place to discuss, as Teresa had put it, "monthly
changes in the Greenhill Academy curriculum", a ploy she usually uses
in reference to their secret rendezvous......right after she promised
to make good whatever damages that may be inflicted upon the room during
their stay. Word got around regarding the last time a meeting took place,
and it was nearly a month before Tenna was civil to her again. Semestral
curriculum must be a hotly-contested debate.
At the moment, there were a
dozen or so present; Emilia, the head librarian, and the rest, students. The
roster was far from complete; Nina was busy in detention for some outburst
during class; Jeane was busy supervising Nina in detention; and she had no
idea where Shin had disappeared off to, curse it. There were still more, but
she had chosen only these select few for a reason.
At the moment, the tension
was thick; thick enough for Teresa to believe that she could reach out a
hand and take hold of something solid from the air. Unlike the
previous, more festive meetings of the past, everyone was quiet; almost
sober, save for the quiet musings and mutters from some of the students,
singly or huddled together in small groups. The only thing unchanged
was Emilia; as usual, the dreamy-eyed librarian had her nose in a book;
unsurprisingly, it was a romance novel, at least from what Teresa could make
out admist its all-too flowery design.
The mood was bleak, and for
good reason. The runner she had sent to gather information along the borders
was back, with even grimmer news.
Highland had finally mounted
an attack; and Toto was lost.
Teresa had been to Toto once;
it was a quiet and peaceful place, with simple folk and simple pleasures. It
was destroyed completely overnight; burned down into discernible ashes of
what were once houses and people whose hopes and dreams much like her own
dashed in a symphony of fire and screams. People that never stood
a chance against soldiers trained to kill.
Toto was probably only a
stepping stone. From what she knew of Highland, they wouldn't stop until the
City States would come to be under their possession; and after that, who
knew what would follow? Will Greenhill follow the same path Toto had gone?
She wouldn't allow it. Not
while she had breath in her body. And that was the crux of the matter.
She cleared her throat, the
noise loud enough to catch the attention of the rest of the party. Faces
turned to gaze expectantly at her, and Teresa felt a lump catch at her
throat. So many looked up to her as their leader through wartime and
peacetime, and even with so many happening all at once, still they
continue to expect much of her, to lead them on to victory during these
times as well.
She wasn't a warrior; she was
a politician, although she had to admit that there was very little
difference between the two when it all came down to it.
She was their acting mayor.
Therefore, she must deliver.
Especially now. "I trust
you've all been briefed on the recent developments." A dozen heads
nodded in affirmation. "So I'll simply summarize. An
ambush was made on the Highland Unicorn youth Brigade at Kenzai Pass,
leaving few survivors. The attack has been blamed on one, or all of the
City-States, and Highland was quick to respond, burning and sacking Toto.
I'm afraid that doesn't leave us much choice, people. Whether the accusation be
true or false, we're being plunged into war whether we want to or not, and
our location do not help things at all."
"The border is kept
under heavy guard by some of our people." One of the students, a
freckle-faced girl named Andrea spoke up. "At the very least, we'll
know when the next attack comes, if there is one coming."
"It's standard tactics,
milady.", Emilia said, finally lifting her eyes off her novel, enabling
Teresa to discern the work's author; a Milich Oppenheimer. Teresa shuddered
inwardly. Surely that couldn't be his real name? "On a political
level, we can't mount any obvious attacks unless Highland mounts any sort of
expedition against us personally. We're going to have to resort to our usual
subterfuge."
"Highland spies can
infiltrate Greenhill as easily as we can infiltrate theirs." Teresa
pointed out. "I'm afraid we're going to have to step up our political
status one level higher." Few were going to like what she was about
to say next. "If this becomes any worse, I may have to invoke the
Greenhill Close Door Agreement, at least for an indefinite period of
time."
Teresa never knew how silence
could be so deafening, as each person within the vicinity of the room
pondered the consequences of her words. The Close Door Agreement had
been declared only once before, and then under extreme circumstances; a
period where Greenill closes its gates to the other City-States, living in
isolation and banning all from entering or leaving the city. It
distinctly had its advantages and disadvantages; the army were the most
experienced when it came to sieges, and can successfully hold the city for
several years if need be, yet it would also mean self-imposed exile -- away
from the alliances of the other City-States.
"It's only a
precaution." Teresa broke the silence. "A last resort. I don't
like it any more than you do, but if it's the only way to save Greenhill, then
I'll take a spear and those ugly smocks my general calls a uniform, and
man the gates myself."
Some of the students giggled, mood
dispelled, trying to picture their acting mayor in an oversized helmet and
knee high war boots, strutting about the battlements barking orders.
Teresa smiled a little.
"Silly picture, huh?" She went on. "I'm not saying that war
*will* break out, but it's best to plan things before they happen. We can't
do much at the moment, not until a formal meeting is actually called with
Annabelle, Granmeyer and the other State leaders to discuss the best course
of action. But as Andrea pointed out, we still have our spies."
She took a deep breath. This was the hardest part. "We can't base
everything on simply rumors. We need more facts, more information to work on
and plan our next move. But most of the spies working for us outside of
Greenhill have been becoming too well-known; we need people no one would
ever think of suspecting....."
Teone, another of the
students present, began to nod slowly as it began to dawn on him, a grin
spreading over his face. "People like us." It was a statement.
Slowly, even hesitantly,
Teresa nodded. A small voice began to speak up in a far corner of her mind,
but she abruptly brushed it aside. "I'm extending that invitation to
all of you. I'll arrange it so that you'll only be taking a short break
from your studies, which will resume once you get back."
-- If they get back. Will
they get back, Teresa?, that small voice taunted --
"Keep in mind though,
that this is strictly on a volunteer basis. I want all of you to search
your hearts and minds tonight, people. This isn't a game; it's risky and
there's a certain amount of danger involved, but sometimes it's more
courageous to refuse than to accept."
The others nodded again, but
Teresa could already see a few grins from some who failed to hide them, and
inwardly groaned.
-- But it is too a game
to them, Teresa. But it won't be so much fun soon, wouldn't it?.... --
"...I'll await
your decisions in my office tomorrow. I'll give more specific details to
those who'll be volunteering...."
-- ...to die, you
mean?.... --
The innkeeper's wife chose
that very moment to step into the room. Her entrance was not looked on
with too much ill favor for most of its occupants, though the cartload
of small pastries and cakes she was wheeling in may have something to do
with it. "I hope I'm not intruding, but I was wondering if you were all
hun--"
"CAAAKKEEE!!!" The
Eyes-and-Ears roared in a loud chorus quicky rising into a crescendo, with
undertones of soprano and bass wobbling in between. Emilia heard the sound,
and quickly shoved the paperback onto the front of her face to spare
herself the view of what was to come.
With a rueful sigh, Teresa
laid down on the bed as her informants pounced onto the poor
woman's tray cart, an argument quickly ensuing on who best
deserves the one lone chocolate pecan pie. It was a start, at the very
least. She needed all the help she can get. No one had ever thought of
suspecting Greenhill students as her agents, and by next week at the very
latest, no one would ever suspect a small band of students interviewing
townspeople for a world history assignment either.
-- But how many students
will return, Teresa? That cruel, cruel voice. How many will return?
--
Firmly, Teresa pushed the
voice towards the back of her mind.
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