Transmission shows Herr Wurth.
He wears a pilot mask, but a lot older than any other known mask. Well, maybe even more than just a lot.
He's hands are shaking.
Intercom displays details:
Name: Herr. Rainhold Wurth
Ship: #no data#
Location: orbit above New Berlin
Fräulein Richter, my respect.
I'm back. Again. Sorry for my absence, but it was not my fault!
*Whispering* I was kidnaped by an Amazonian cult. Oh, mein Got. It was horrible. Their rituals are so uncivilized! I had to please all that girls 19-23 years old... every damn day... *he's eyes are looking somewhere in the distance*
However, I managed to escape from that hell somehow and here I am, ready to fill my place in Ze Security Division again. Just give me few days bitte, to regain my strength.
And excuse me now, I'm a bit hurry to see Carmen, meine young but loyal frau!
*Herr Wurth raises his shaking hand and reaches OFF button.*