Bernie hesitated a bit before opening the door. He lingered there for a second, not so much because he was having second thoughts, but for fear the recruitment center would be full and he'd have to wait at one of those queues taken straight out of hell. He pushed the cold, metal door, characteristic of Rheinland government buildings for as far as he could remember.
Inside he came upon a sight he didn't expect. Instead of long corridors filled with prospective cops, he saw a hall as empty as his last girlfriend's soul. And that's quite empty, he thought, as he traversed the huge room, heading towards what seemed like the recruitment office.
The door was half-open, so he didn't bother with knocking beforehands. The small office was cramped with what seemed the paperwork of the last century, stacked wherever the man standing before him could find room. He wasn't exactly a perfect example of the "Kanzler's race", with fat cheeks and what seemed like a bratwurst for a nose.
"Here for die Federal Polizei Recruitment?" the man inquired, with a characteristic, Planet Holsten accent.
"Ja, I'm requesting a transfer to the RFP from the RM", Bernie said.
"I see. I'll be needing you to fill out this form. Remember that for any education or previous experience you declare you'll need to procure some sort of proof." he replied.
"Can't you just downoad my info from my file at the Military Database?"
"We prefer to just ask them again, instead of going through all that hassle."
Bernie growled, and grabbed the paper from his hands.
He moved away from the desk counter, and sat on a nearby chair, obviously put off by the bureaucrats' incompetence. He looked out the window for a brief moment, staring at the dark Berlin sky, which, at least to him seemed to get darker each day that passed, and then proceeded to fill out the, nothing but redundant, form.
Name: Fw. Bernardt Gunther
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Height: 188cm
Weight: 82kg
Eye Color: Hazel Blue
Biography:
Born on New Berlin, father is a retired police officer, having attained the rank of Oberst. Mother was a self-employed accountant, died of lung cancer. Graduated from Military Academy at age 20, was enlisted into the army shortly afterwards. Saw action at multiple skirmishes against the Liberty Navy as Turret Operator at the RNC-Gettysburg. The ship was critically damaged during an attack, and Gunther was one of the handful of survivors that were picked up by rescue crews. This is a request to be transferred to the RFP, 2 months after his full recovery at a hospital on Planet Stuttgart.
He stood up, and gave the bratwurst-nosed cop the form, along with what seemed a torrent of papers.
"Here is all the paperwork you need for the transfer." Bernie said.
"We'll look into it, you will be informed by your Leutnant soon."
As he was leaving, Bernie's eyes ran into a box of strudels.
"Mind if I take a one?" he said as he pointed at them, "It seems you are in need of a low calorie diet." he joked as he was taking a bite.
The officer's cheeks immediately became red, but Bernie didn't wait for him to respond as he shut the metal door behind him, and went out into the cold, New Berlin spring.
