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intelligence operations throughout the K’Rang Empire.   His office would be in charge of all intelligence operations conducted in K’Rang space or worlds by any agency of the Republic, military or civilian.
          Alistair grew up on the planet Archimedes, known as the Lost Settlement, which gave him a distinctly different outlook on things.   Thrown off course by their deranged chief astrogator, the settlement ship wound up 270 light years from the nearest human settlement and with no way to get back.   The settlers did what they could with all the modern tools and conveniences until their thirtieth year, when the power cells died one by one.   By then, they had converted to a sustainable nineteenth century steam powered society.   It wasn’t until their discovery in 2316 that the republic knew about their fate.
          Alistair entered the Assassin’s Guild as a recruit at five and confirmed himself as a novice at ten years to learn the way of soldiery, police, and intelligence operations.   The Assassins were secular replacements for the settlement’s Templar Company that was decimated in the process of eliminating the threat of the many-teeth beasts that ravaged the settler’s livestock.
          Upon Archimedes’ discovery, Fleet Intelligence started recruiting and preparing Assassin’s Guild members to work as operations officers.   Some of them became field agents.   Some became instructors.   Alistair became a reporting officer, plying the spaceways alone in a converted freighter, finding out all he could about whatever intelligence problem he was put against.
          Armed with the translated data taken during the raid on the K’Rang intelligence headquarters building, he would be able to circumvent many K’Rang security measures.   That data resided on a data crystal in his coat pocket.   Also on his person were the names, addresses, contact information, and key information on all agents working for the Galactic Republic within K’Rang space.   He was here, however, to review the progress made by his deputy in establishing the secure rooms in the interim consulate and establishing communications and control over the in-place agent network.
          Alistair was tall, blonde, and with the rugged good looks from a Scandinavian bloodline.   People always questioned how he could blend so well into crowds when he was so striking and stood a head taller than most, but his assassin training let him become almost invisible in any group of three or more.   Years of hard work in a coal-burning society left him lean, fit and muscled.
          This was Alistair’s third visit to the K’Rang capitol.   He had made a clandestine visit five years before to hand-carry a defector off the home world and to the Galactic Republic.   The first transport ship failed to send a security code quickly enough upon reaching G’Durin orbit and was destroyed by an orbital patrol ship.   Alistair had to survive on G’Durin for two weeks, until the back-up ship could arrive and get them out.   Alistair had to make his own luck, as the defector could do nothing for him.  
          Alistair chuckled, wondering how thick was his dossier.   There had been no enemy personnel files among the records taken during the raid.   Those counterintelligence records must have been stored elsewhere.   He would need to discuss with the ambassador how intrusive and aggressive he could be in his work here.   He walked down the hallway of this loaned building and wondered how many spaces still had sensors and listening devices, even after the best Fleet electronic countermeasures teams had swept it.
          Lost in his reverie, Alistair passed his temporary offices and had to backtrack.   A normal-looking door led into a reception area with two seemingly unremarkable women, one matronly and the other comely, sitting at desks flanking either side of a secured double door leading further