Bab 271: Black Hand

"Director of the Foreign Intelligence Services," Alexander mouthed the position of the man standing in front of him right now with a scrutinizing gaze. "It took you five years to compile what you have tucked away in those files, Director. Well, better late than never they say, proceed," 

"Right away Your Majesty," Bobrinsky cleared his throat and handed a copy of a file he had on his hands to the Emperor and his National Security Advisor. 

Alexander opened the file and took a quick glance at it. It contains the summarized version of what the Foreign Intelligence Services has gathered on the Black Hand. 

He closed the file and placed it on his desk. He'd want to hear it from him rather than spend time reading it.