1886, Italy, royal guard base.

“Colonel Achille Romano, I want you to be my spy.” King Victor Emmanuel ll said to me in his heavy Italian accent. I wasn’t surprised at this news, sure I didn’t want it but I wasn’t surprised. “What is the plan, sire?” I ask him in Italian, English was not a necessary. “We already have a spy in Great Britain, but we want you to go with them. They are from Great Britain but are on our side.” The king explains, I nod. Understanding my task.