Zeynep's (mis)Adventures in Ruritania

arise, oh people, let us hear your voices... your voices of freedom.

Thursday, February 10

time for heroes

I finally approached Mr. Fitzgerald about the letters I found months ago. I told him my conclusions (weapons smuggling) and before he could feed my curiosity, I apologized for the snooping without permission.

First, he congratulated me. For finding the letters and for figuring them out. So, I had guessed correctly. Secondly, he told me why he became involved in the whole operation. Years and years ago, he was married to a wonderful woman named Zandra. She helped him out with his shipping business - mainly finances and such. During this time, the Brn and Zaharians had tension between them, but nothing near what it is right now. So, one night, she begins her walk home (they lived close by) and she never makes it to the door. The next morning, Mr. Fitzgerald filed a police report, but nothing was done until her body washed on shore a few days later. From the autopsy, they concluded that she was raped and murdered. The main suspect was the teenage son of Mr. Fitzgerald's only rival company in the business (they were also Brn). He had no alibi and some of Zandra's blood was found upon one of the rival's ships - some pretty solid evidence. However, because of a loop-hole in the judicial system, the son was never charged and he still works in Duchovnyville today.

It was from this point on that Mr. Fitzgerald vowed to get his revenge on the Brn for the murder of his wife. But instead of doing something obvious, like injuring the son or other members of his family, Mr. Fitzgerald waited for the right opportunity to strike. And so came to be his weapons smuggling for the PFLZ and ZPF. This way, he could fight against the Brn, but not just a few of them, quite a few of them at one time.

So then I asked Mr. Fitzgerald why he left Zaharia. I thought it had something to do with someone discovering the weapons, but it's actually more simple than that. His company started to soar above his competition, and shortly after this upward trend began, he started to receive threats. One night, while he was up late working, someone came up from behind him and pulled a knife on his throat. He knew immediately that it was the son, because he stated, "If you don't want to end up dead like your wife, then I suggest you leave this town at once." Tired of all the bullshit, Mr. Fitzgerald complied and left. Little did this murdering son know, Mr. Fitzgerald would not be giving up... his weapons were still a great contribution to the rebels.

Mr. Fitzgerald ended our conversation by stating the following: "I no longer care if the Brn or the Ruritarians discover what I have done. Just please do not speak of this to anyone for your own safety."