A/N: This chapter is a little short, so I apologize for that. ^^"" This is just more like a prolouge.
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"Now, Berwald, do you understand these conditions?" Director Johansson asked the young man in front of him.
"Y'sir," Berwald replied gruffly. He made a sharp nod, and returned to his stiffened, up-right position.
"Good man. Now, I have some advice for you," Johansson stood and walked to where the newly-hired was standing. He leaned in a bit, to where he'd be close enough for the well-dressed security guard by the door not to hear him, but not too close to where his bristly beard tickled Berwald's ear.
"Listen closely, Berwald," the man whispered, "abandon your family, or at least what's left of it. You can keep contact with a few friends, as long as you do not jeopardize your operations or new identity. You also cannot put them in a state of danger, do you understand?
"Do not bother to make new friends. Stay as secluded as you can, Berwald; it will be safer for you and for those you do have contact with."
Berwald felt a small pang at the thought of being alone, but he nodded despite of that.
"Y'sir, I u'derst'nd." he muttered as the director stood back. He swallowed a bit of air to down the small rock in his throat, and managed to keep a straight, emotionless face.
"...Are you alright with this?"
"Y'sir..."
Johansson nodded to the younger man, and said simply: "You are dismissed, Agent Oxenstierna."