The League of Shadows had held the luxurious position of being the
only covert agency capable of fielding agents and controlling the
political machinations of Europe for almost five hundred years. What
had seemed a palace of near-divine unilateral control was rapidly
coming to resemble, Agent Fresh surmised, something of a busy village
marketplace. You could barely move through Europe's cluttered corridor
for poorly disguised spies and companies of club-wielding
counter-intelligence thugs. Report after contradictory report had been
submitted and re-submitted to him throughout the Winter months and
finally Agent Fresh had compiled what he could only hope was the
definitive dossier concerning the produce of the continent's new
military industrialists. It made inspirational reading if you happened
to own a shipyard, or perhaps a small arms factory, but - Fresh
sniffed a thin droplet of mucus back into his reddened nostril - would
probably have a more depressing effect if you happened to be say, a
doctor, or maybe a teacher.

Fresh patted the flank of the stabled mare he was hiding behind, to
calm her as she whinnied and tried to shy away from the Electric
Telegram as the Agent tapped his report to Zurich:


****URGENT MEMO****
AGENT D. E. FRESH TO LoS HQ ZURICH

YUGOSLAVIA Builds A Ser & A Tri
UKGBS Builds F Edi
FRANKISH & VISIGOTHIC REALM Builds F Spa (nc) & A Par
GREATER HANNOVER Disbands A Mun
MPC maintains current status
RUSSIA Builds F StP (sc) & F Sev
TURKEY Builds F Con

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Spring 1901 Deadline - Next Tuesday 23rd March 12noon GMT

Many Thanks
: D