Events in the East were looking ominous for the Unicorn.
The Unicorn knew nothing of these changes and carried on with his usual routine - meeting agents, checking dead-letter drops, watching the watchers, looking for straws in the wind. But he had been in the field long enough to know not to ignore the itching in his alicorn - his convoluted horn. He started checking out safe houses and fresh identities.
Looking for a new legend.