The girl, wrapped in an old knit scarf and weighed down by memories stares at the application form, chewing on her lip and softly frowning. The guard with his eagle pin stands nearby, passive, and her brown eyes flick from figure to datapad.
The name is written as Fräulein Julia Jensen, in almost childish fashion, a reminder of a writer not overly educated in script. She pauses. Fingers tapping at the station, Julia raises one to press the button for transmission; composing a message.
::transmission begins::
Abend.
Ich heisse Julia. She pauses, rubbing her forehead briefly. Jensen. Mechaniker. From, ah. The Frankfurt System - Holstein. Born in...800. März, 8. Take me in. I can repair, I can fly...I can do most anything. I will do most anything, just take me in.
The Rheinland must be protected. Papa knew that more than anyone. And papa died -- take me in. I come with no baggage and I come with a fresh mind. I am a quick learner, and your cause is the most noble this side of the Frankfurt System.
The Rheinland must be protected.
Please.
::transmission end::
It ends with a click. A click and she’s gone, the pleading look in her wide brown eyes, gone, the sense of insecurity in her mannerisms, gone, the soothing Rhein accent ending just like that.
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