June 3, 1936

In a dimly lit room on the outskirts of Bangkok sat a few men around a table, looking a pile of cash that made up the group's treasury. One of the men, dressed up in a generals uniform, would look down at his ceremonial sword before giving a sigh, quickly asking, "Are you all in agreement with this course of action?"

The three would briefly look at each other, nodding their affirmation as one of them would pipe up, "Yes, for far too long we have waited in vain to see if the nobility would change their ways. The time for action is now for if we continue to wait, the more the people of Siam will suffer needlessly."

The general would nod, taking the money and slowly packaging it up into a suitcase, "In that case, tell me what you want me to do and I'll relay our arrangements with Prayoon to see if our pipe dream for Siam's future can become a reality." the general says, snapping the briefcase shut.

Talking further into the night in hushed tones, a lonely lantern hanging in the corner to avoid drawing attention to their location, the four men would plan out the next few weeks to come, preparing themselves for the task that would surely modernize Siam in one fell swoop.