Larissa Schmitt entered the bar, she seemed extremely tired and frustrated. “Another useless day...” She mumbled and headed straight to the bartender, without bothering to look around for the other people in the room. “Give me something strong. Doesn’t matter what it is.” She said and began to wait for her drink.
“There you go, Fräulein.” The bartender said and placed a glass in front of Larissa. “Danke.” She then took the glass and finished the drink in one gulp, she couldn’t recognize the flavor and assumed that it was some strange home-made stuff, either way, it was disgusting and only burned in her throat. Larissa sighed afterwards and looked at the empty glass in front of her, it was obvious that she was thinking about something.
I like you very much Joachim, but you know there is no chance for me to get back to the Military, may I'm just the wrong person for this Job, as I allways thought.
Ya know, I think its senseless, I will look up for her, searching for her in every borderspace... I just cant act in any other way.
*She kissed him away*
and still have a nice life... my friend...*she stands up*
*she looks around*
Damn, many curious people came here, how long did I stay... *she starts to get nervous*
*Playing with the thought to pull out her Pistol, but then returning to Joachim*
Someone overheard us I promise... Look around very much curious People around here... They are all sitting allone...
*she looks at the barkeeper who currently wash some glasses*
barkeeper get out your best drink you can offer, a free drink for everyone.*she shouts*
"You're out of your mind, aren't you?" - Asked Joachim calmly and threw a little packet to Laura, she catched it.
"Cyanide, just in case."
He suppressed his cigarette and stood up. Hopeless, you can't convince her - thought. A loss of a soldier and a ... friend. You've lost thousands. Life goes on. He didn't know what to say to Laura, finally he said...
"Farewell, Leutnant Schoon" - said then walked towards the exit.
"And again, everything wents worst... like usually" *she said, while talking with herself*
*Thousend things went trough her mind* No matter what I will do now, I lost a friend, again... Just a few remain right know... *She looked at the Cyanide* It looks so tempting at the moment *she said to herself again*
"She ordered a new drink, while she puts out her pen and two piece of paper"
One carries the headline - "Dear Joachim..." the other one "Martin, my friend..."
*after a hour or so she asks the Barkeeper to take those Letters and mail them to Admiral Landers, and the other one to Brigadegeneral Trauer*
A strong arm grabbed Laura's shoulder and shook her. Another one were searching for her pulse.
"Nothing serious." - said someone and beckoned. Two soldiers with handguns approached them, while the people lost their curiosity around them as soon as the Rheinwehr arrived.
"Here we go" - One of them injected the antidote. "She'll be alright."
"She's lucky the Admiral left us to look after her...."
"Let's take her back to the Altenau." - said the first one and carried the Leutnant's body out from the bar.
Veronica looked after the two Rheinwehr men as they dragged the woman's still limp body out of the bar.
What the hell, she thought as she finished her glass of Schnapps. Little of what she had seen, and even less of what she had managed to hear, made sense to her. But she was intrigued. Maybe I oughta go after them. She giggled to herself as the irrational thought bounced around her bored mind.
Nonetheless, she pulled a PDA out of her flightsuit's inside pocket and looked up the one name she had understood, Laura Schoon.
Erich Klugmann, ex-academic, VWA Bundschuh Kommandant and highly wanted criminal, hoped in the back of his mind that nobody of consequence would recognize and attempt to collect whatever reward was doubtlessly upon his head. The heat in the past several months had become very tight; in fact, he had fought off an entire squadron of Rheinswehr rookies just to reach Heisenburg.
He cringed as visions of sickly green explosions haunted him, tormented him. Not all of the pilots that had accosted him had survived. It was the kind of regret that could only be sated by copious amounts of alcohol.
Somewhat cautiously entering the Pub, Erich offered a slight, friendly wave to some sympathetic scientific regulars of the station, taking a seat at a table near a window with a commanding view of Planet Steinfurt.
He fidgeted silently in his seat as he waited for a contact that might never come.
*A corpulent middle-aged man, wearing RFP uniform, guardedly look around the bar, while standing on bar’s doorstep. Then he makes his decision, takes a deep breath and goes to the counter, evading on his way some freelancer, to make an order*
- Guten tag, one Rheinbeer… is there something special left form Octoberfest? No, it's a shame, then one Dunkel… danke schön.
*A man puts on a counter three times as many one beer costs*
- And yes, can you, as a local knower, help me with a little problem. I need the services of skilled technician both able in and around of hardware and software keys.
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