Sarajevo was one of the world's most chaotic and dangerous cities, so naturally East African intelligence agents were active there. After all, right next door lay the Neretva River downstream valley region, where East African influence was immense. If only to safeguard the Neretva River downstream valley region, East Africa had every reason to keep a close watch on Sarajevo's every move.
"Today was no good day. June 28 seemed to be the date when, back in 1389, the Ottomans defeated the Serbian and Bosnian allied forces," East African agent Roger Li said from the second floor of a small building.
His partner Hulot asked, "You've studied the history of the Balkan Peninsula?"
Roger Li's mouth twitched. "What on earth have you been doing these past few days? This bit of knowledge has been common knowledge for ages. Grab a few Serbs off the streets of Sarajevo, and they'd probably all know it!"
"Add to that the Austro-Hungarian Empire holding military exercises in Sarajevo at this time, and this interpretation had long since spread throughout the city."
Hulot said, "I really didn't know that. And where did you get your information from?"
Roger Li replied, "Some small newspapers run by Serbs. Walk around the streets and alleys more, and you can pick up this sort of intelligence. Back when I was in Japan, I was used to obtaining unexpected information this way. Young man, you still have a lot to learn. Of course, besides this method, you can get it through other channels too—Serbian gatherings, beer halls, street cafés, and other places where people were likely to discuss politics."
Hulot took Roger Li's lesson to heart. Hulot was a fledgling in the Intelligence Department, while Roger Li was an old hand in the trade. Many East African intelligence operatives had