Federal Furor [T.I.D. Ep. XXI]
So how had this happened? How had the feds found out?
It was my fault. I made a mistake. A long time ago. And it was coming back to haunt me. Kid Cat, another agent. He was my first opponent when I decided to take control of this town, and I'd quickly got rid of him.
Agent S was out to nail Vilevale's dictator once and for all. She started by asking sly questions around town.
Mott, Bob, even Marcel. It seemed all were being hounded for information.
When I passed by her, she spoke in strange metaphors. I was confounded. What mad tactics was she employing?
And then she seemed to take on a covert role. She was barely sighted over the next few days.
Then I discovered her torturing Bob with a tazer in the dead of night!
She was really letting loose! But at least she couldn't continue while I was present.
Newer villagers like Caroline weren't happy with what was happening.
Mott too, was turning against me, being complemented by Agent S.
But my true friends stayed loyal, and were dismayed at the lack of support I was receiving.
Curt wanted to take action.
He had resolved to take the fall for me, by confessing to my many crimes. I protested, and we argued.
But I just couldn't have him take the blame, so I was forced to imprison him in his house.
My villagers were divided. I need some uniting force to help me.
But then there was light at the end of the tunnel. Or rather, Cyrano, from Light.
I used the new arrival to distract and hopefully dissuaded Curt from his pursuing his outrageous plan. He had heard of Cyrano.
He finally gave up on the idea, and was working out how to utilise Cyrano instead.
Not that much work needed to be done. Cyrano was naturally empathetic, plus he was ignorant of what was transpiring, so he talked of me in a kind manner. As ever, all the other villagers were keen to converse with a new face.
Soon, the tide began to reverse. I was getting back on side with my villagers!
But Agent S, who had been working tirelessly to pin down some evidence against me, was fraying under the pressure.
It seemed my time was up. She had finally cracked.
I was frogmarched back to her house for interrogation. I had to think quickly... I could tell she was inexperienced in interrogation, and generally stressed by the situation.
So feigning defeat, I took on the role of the angry and defiant criminal. I shouted abuse, and threw in probing questions about her work. I asked if she had an issues.
I had touched a nerve. She started to reveal a weakness. She was overly competitive with fellow agents Kid Cat and Big Top, and wanted build her own reputation.
Plus, her extended reconnaissance was taking a toll on the agency's budget.
Now in counsellor mode, I suggested some fresh night air. I managed to move the conversation outside, where she continued to moan.
She was desperate and volatile, not to mention in a government agent, so something had to be done. I made a run for it, and quickly found Curt, who was shocked that I was still alive.
We hunkered down at his place for the night. By the morning, we had formed a plan.
It was a stop-gap solution at best, but I was sure it would work, and at least by me some time.
This village was a place of self-sufficiency, of written correspondence. Technology was the weakness of my villagers. I'd seen even my closest allies fall prey to it's follies. Knowing Agent S' temperament, it was clear what had to be done.
When I next saw Agent S, it was clear that the plan had worked a treat.