It would be so easy.
An open knife in a crowd. A dead body. She'd follow soon after if she did that though. But it would be worth it. Nika would be safe, not have to worry. It would all be so very easy....
"Jawohl. I'm here to escort you safely to Bruchsal"
What ever she was thinking, not a second of it reached into her voice. She was calm, courteous, quite professional really. She even smiled politely at the order, following close behind him.
A knife, his throat...just a few second and it would all be over.
Her boots clanked against the floor plating of the station. Her hands folded behind her, chin tilted up. She'd have made a parade officer blush with the perfection of her stride.
The pair quickly strolled into the bar, past the general riff-raff that made up every junker station. Professor Rorken was waiting at the table where he had met with Rolf previously. His frame was frail, but he was adorned with riches unbecoming of a usual Bundschuh agent. He stood up, and extended his hand out to Hannah.
"Professor Rorken, I guess you must be Aktivist Feinen. I see you and my colleague here have already made acquaintance."
He grinned a sickly grin, and pulled from his pocket a single Blood Diamond, obtained from his previous collaboration with Hessian informants on Bruchsal. It glistened in the light as he held it out towards his would-be pilot. He presented it to the Aktivist in front of him, looking up and down at her as he did.
"I have this for you, as a token of my appreciation and as a symbol of reconciliation between our two factions. Though I must admit part of it is for an ulterior motive. It would be much appreciated that you do not inform Oberst Haupt of our arrival when we get to Bruchsal. I would very much like to surprise her, as well as complete some other business before all the politics of the situation arrives. I'm sure I can trust you to do that for me."
Rorken didn't wait for an answer from the Aktivist, and looked at his surroundings in disgust.
"I tire of this place, as I'm sure you do too. It is unbefitting people like us. Take us to your ship now, Rolf stay by my side and keep your sidearm ready. I do not trust these ruffians."
Her fist impressions of the man, just off of his apperances, made her dislike him. When he pulled out the blood diamond, trying to bribe her with it.....the memories of her time with the Hessians flared up. If she'd been feeling the slightest hesitation about her desired, they were gone now.
She played the part of the dumb idealist pretty girl, a role she could handle very well, given her looks and station.
"Oh my, such a beautiful gem. It must be of immense value. I'm not sure I can accept something so precious" She even blushed as she was given it. "Oh my, of course. It's none of my business what you get up to" She said, quickly waving off what he said. She'd stay quiet. And so would he, before they even arrived.
She bowed slightly, respectfully, exending her arms toward the hangers, beckoning him to lead on, as was his place.
Rorken strode ahead confidently, Rolf and Hannah following along closely. He instantly spotted the shuttle in the hangar, seeing the familiar model he had taken many times before. It was supposed to be unseen by the lawful forces, but Rorken was unsure how unknown it was to them that this ship was in use, given that it had been used to transport Bundschuh operatives hundreds of times. Nevertheless, he climbed into it, his second-in-command climbing in straight afterwards.
"I hope this won't take too long". He stretched back into his chair, dozing off while Rolf eyed the Aktivist with suspicion. The last pilot had not been nearly as enthusiastic about being relegated to chauffeur duties.
Hannah slipped into the ship's cockpit easily, keying up the take off sequence once her guest was seated in the passenger section. With a practiced ease she brought the ship clear of the the asteroid field, and buzzing off toward Frankfurt. They would likely be there within ten minutes, not an eternity.
The Passenger section was separated by a reinforced door from the cockpit. Things weren't going exactly to plan, but she could adjust to that. She keyed the life support, slowly bringing it down in the Passenger section. Within a minute, it would become uncomfortably sticky in the back do to the slowly lessening oxygen.
Then she keyed up the comms.
"Herr Rorken, We're experiencing some troubles here.....somethings wrong with the shuttle. Could you send your man forward to pilot while I fix life support?"
The Professor shifted uncomfortably in his seat, this pilot was just as bad as the last one. He'd be sure to mention this in his smear campaign against Haupt.
"That's Professor to you, Aktivist. Rolf, get up there and fix that pilot's mess. I don't have time for it."
Rolf made his way through the reinforced door and into the cockpit. He noticed the incorrect settings on the panel, and moved to change them quickly as to avoid the Professor's wrath.
"Well you see here it's just that the life support settings are all wrong. You've got these set for cargo. Let me fix that real quick and I'll be back to looking after the Professor."
"Oh thank you very much"
She said cheerily, the kind of tone one would expect of blonde, attractive woman. Helpless, thankful the big, strong man had come in to save the poor damsel. It was too bad she wasn't a damsel. The hessians had broken her of any damselling, and then her time with the Bundschuh and Nika had twisted her feeling of guilt and anguish into something else entirely. Something Wrong. Something psychotic. The door closed as the man stepped inside fully
Her eyes remained calm, neutral, even as the knife plunged into the man's back, his spine, popping the 8th vertebrae out of line, paralysing him. Before the shock could even register, she brought the knife up through the base of his of his jaw, ending any scream he might have offered in a gurgling mess.
Rorken had overheard Rolf's over-enthusiastic problem solving chatter and was expecting him to be back in the passenger compartment as soon as he heard it stop. However, Rolf had not made it back yet.
"Rolf, get back here! We need to discuss some things."
He waited for a short while, and received no reply. He suspected that Rolf had gotten a little too friendly with the Aktivist, and set upon a war path to stop it. He burst into the cockpit and shouted.
"Rolf for the last time, I do not want you f.."
Rorken noticed the body that laid before him, and his expression of anger turned into one of shock as he looked at his now-dead companion, and the knife-wielding Aktivist before him.
"What do you think you're..."
The professor stopped talking, and just stared at the corpse of his second-in-command. For once, he did not know how to manipulate his way out of a situation.
She capitalized on his shock, stepping over the dead body of his fallen comrade without the slightest hesitation. She grabbed him by his pompous coat, pulling him off balance.
"For the Bundschuh"
She whispered, plunging the blade into his gut.
"For the People of Rheinland"
She repeated, ripping it free, stabbing him again, in the chest
'For Nika'
The Last one was not said aloud, as she worked the blade into him again and again. The squelching of blood around the knife, every time it went into the man. She fell down atop of him, jamming the blade into his body over a dozen times, then two dozen. Her eyes never changed from their calm, dispassionate state.
She hated this man, hated every single thing he stood for. Why? Because Nika wanted him dead. She was furious on the inside, but not a single flinch on the outside registered it.
Then she stood up, bloodflecks all over her clothing.
She sat back down, It was time to call in favors at Saalburg. Every trace of the shuttle would be lost, it would be set to auto-colide with the sun, and she would take another 'rescue' shuttle to Bruchsal. Nika would be safe.