Bruno sat in his office, observing intelligence reports from France and all of its warlords domains. There was a saying in life… Knowledge is power… And if that were true, then there was certainly no more powerful man in this world than Bruno.
He liked to know everything… Where his enemies were, what they were plotting, where they slept, what they had for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. What they were doing on a Tuesday afternoon at precisely 2:19 PM.
There was not a world where Bruno could accurately predict how his enemies would try to counter him without first knowing everything there was to understand about them. And he made damn well sure over the course of the last twenty years that Germany's intelligence networks were more than capable of providing this information.
Hell, if he wanted a routine report on the bowel movements of a particular target, within a week there would be a lengthy study on his desk. That was how much importance Bruno put on knowledge.
