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The following morning, John Taylor, Valoria's Minister of Interior, sat at his desk, skimming through the intelligence reports that had arrived overnight. A tall man with a precise manner and a sharp, calculating gaze, Taylor was not one to ignore even the faintest trace of a threat. The idea of foreign agents infiltrating Valoria did not sit well with him.

His country's rapid advancement and recent diplomatic strides left it vulnerable to outsiders seeking to understand—and possibly undermine—its power.

He turned to his aide, a young intelligence officer standing beside the desk. "What have we gathered so far about these alleged spies?" Taylor asked, his tone brisk.

The officer handed him a small file, clearing his throat. "The reports are still preliminary, sir, but our surveillance units have detected new faces in several towns near the border. These individuals don't fit local profiles and seem to have arrived just as our trade negotiations reached their peak."

Taylor opened the file, his eyes narrowing as he scanned through grainy photographs and brief descriptions. "They're scattered. Different towns, minimal contact with each other. They seem cautious, deliberately keeping a low profile. No direct indication of who they're working for, but the timing is suspect."

He drummed his fingers on the desk, considering. "Which towns?"

"Primarily in the industrial centers near our manufacturing hubs—those with direct access to our key industries. It seems they're trying to blend in, likely posing as laborers and traders. It's too early to confirm, but their behavior suggests they're here for something more than just work."

Taylor paused, turning to look out the window, his expression grim. "Foreign agents slipping into Valoria now, of all times… It's obvious they're here to monitor our advancements. They won't be here to appreciate our progress." He turned back to his aide, resolute. "We need to move carefully but decisively. I want them identified and contained before they have a chance to disrupt anything."

"Understood, sir. Shall we increase surveillance in the towns?"

"Yes, but subtly. Send our best field agents into each town, and make it clear they're to keep a low profile. I don't want these intruders to suspect we're onto them."

The officer nodded, scribbling down notes. "We'll have plainclothes agents mix in among the locals, sir. If the suspects are gathering intelligence, they're bound to make a mistake eventually."

Taylor looked thoughtful, flipping through the sparse reports. "What's our strategy if we find them? Are we prepared for interrogations? If they're here without official sanction, we can't afford to let them slip through our fingers. I want every piece of information they carry, and I want it quickly."

The aide hesitated. "Given the sensitivity of the issue, sir, do you want this kept internal, or should we notify His Excellency?"

Taylor's face remained impassive, but his mind was working quickly. "Inform His Excellency about this, as I am sure he already has a plan prepared for just such an intrusion. I want him briefed on the status of our response. Tell him I'm committed to identifying and containing these agents without delay."

The aide nodded, sensing the gravity of the task, and left to relay the message. Taylor turned back to his desk, considering the steps he'd need to take to keep the operation tightly controlled. Infiltrators were not uncommon in intelligence work, but Valoria had grown rapidly—and that speed made it a target. If these spies managed to gather anything significant, the consequences could be disastrous.

Moments later, another knock at the door. It was Officer Marta Klein, back with her initial findings.

"Sir, I've gathered the preliminary list of new arrivals in each of the towns near the industrial zones. They're categorized by travel origin, lack of family connections, and profiles that don't match any existing Valorian databases," Klein reported, handing over a folder.

Taylor skimmed the list, his eyes narrowing on the scattered locations. It was too spread out to be a coincidence; they had clearly planned this, placing operatives at strategic points.

"Yup, definitely a spy. We don't have them on our records means that they don't belong here. Valoria has records for every citizen."

"We should hold them now sir,"

With a nod, Taylor gave his approval. "Alright, Klein. Assemble the teams; we'll move in and secure them now before they realize we're onto them. Discreetly, but quickly. We can't afford any of them slipping away."

Klein gave a crisp nod and immediately left the office to gather the field teams. Within minutes, Valoria's best operatives were dispatched to each identified location in the towns near the industrial hubs. Dressed in plain clothes, blending seamlessly with the locals, the agents moved swiftly toward their targets.

In one town, Major Stefan Grau, disguised as a factory worker, was working his way through the shift when he noticed a slight uptick in attention. A few men lingered near exits, casting frequent glances his way. Trying to remain calm, he avoided looking directly at them, hoping his cover hadn't been compromised.

But the moment he left his station, two operatives approached from behind, securing his arms before he could react.

"Sir, we just need you to come with us," one of the men said evenly, steering him toward a waiting vehicle parked just out of sight.

Meanwhile, in another town, Lieutenant Eva Lind sensed something was off when she noticed a shopkeeper she'd spoken with earlier watching her a little too intently. As she tried to slip through an alley, two agents cut off her escape. Before she could protest, they quickly flashed their badges.

"No need to resist, miss. You're coming with us," one of the agents stated firmly. They escorted her to a nondescript van, where she was quickly seated and secured.

At the same time, in a smaller town, Sergeant Viktor Hoffmann was in his rented room, working on a coded transmission when the door burst open. Before he could reach for his equipment, two operatives had his arms behind his back, restraining him.

"Seems like you have some explaining to do, friend," one of them remarked, removing his communication devices and escorting him out of the room.
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Within hours, all three agents were secured, transported swiftly to a secure, undisclosed facility on the outskirts of the capital. They were each placed in separate, heavily monitored rooms, each devoid of anything they could use to escape or communicate with one another.

Taylor entered the facility, surveying the captured agents through a one-way mirror. They appeared calm, but he could sense the apprehension beneath their controlled expressions. These weren't ordinary citizens; they were highly trained operatives.

"Begin the interrogations," he ordered his team of intelligence officers. "Let's find out exactly who they're working for and what they intended to uncover in Valoria. And remember, they're trained to resist. Keep a close watch on every word and reaction."

The intelligence officers nodded at Taylor's command, preparing for the task ahead. As they finalized the setup in the secure interrogation rooms, Taylor's mind raced through the implications of the captives' presence in Valoria. These were no ordinary individuals; their calm demeanors and strategic placements near key industrial centers confirmed they were part of a coordinated effort.

In the first room, the officers began with the man captured from the factory shift. He sat, posture controlled, eyes alert as the interrogator entered.

"We know you're not from here," the interrogator stated, keeping his tone level. "The only question is who sent you. You can make this easy or difficult for yourself." The man's gaze remained unflinching, offering no reaction, but the officers took note of every minor movement—a slight tightening of his jaw, the smallest flicker in his eyes.

In the second room, Lieutenant Lind's counterpart assessed the woman who had been captured near the marketplace. She sat straight-backed, seemingly indifferent to the situation, her expression blank. "I assume you know why you're here," he began, watching for any sign of tension. "The places you visited, the people you observed—it's clear you're not a mere passerby."

She remained silent, her eyes meeting his steadily, revealing nothing. But the interrogator knew silence itself could speak volumes, particularly when resistance was expected.

Meanwhile, in the third room, Sergeant Hoffmann's radio equipment lay confiscated on the table, the officers scrutinizing every component for hidden mechanisms. Hoffmann's expression betrayed slight frustration as he watched his hard work dismantled in front of him, but he didn't speak.

His captors, however, noted the flicker of concern, a reminder that every piece of their technology would be studied, analyzed, and used to trace the origin of these infiltrators.

Taylor observed from the control room, aware that breaking through would require patience and precision. "Begin the initial interrogations, focusing on inconsistencies in their stories," he instructed. "If they won't talk, we'll see how long their silence holds up under pressure."

With the groundwork set, Taylor and his officers began a painstaking interrogation process, methodically piecing together hints from the captives' reactions, determined to uncover every intention behind their presence in Valoria.