To: Gerd Hadenschwalner From: Arbeiter Lukas Mohr, der Alster Union. Subject: Tinker Tailor Arbeiter Spy.
Mmh. Green hat, huh? And an oldie - you’ve made it this far with a knife in your back, they should be hiking you into the sea and calling you Moby Dick.
There’s tenacity that comes in knowing which way the world is swinging, brother - I’ll respect that. However, it doesn’t mean I’ll trust you at carts - or with my sister - or my life. You understand me? You’ve got a long way to go to prove you’re not an espionage agent - but that’s GEIST you’ll be talking to, not me. My nose is replaceable; you’ve got a long way to go before you get to the real juicy filling that keeps this cake oven-bound.
On the very, very slim chance that analysts’s brain of yours isn’t being abused to spread the noxious seeds of sedition through our arterial blood, I’m willing to give you a shot at the big top, buster.
Watch your step - there’s landmines in the floorboards. Figuratively.
Gerd Hadenschwalner has been accepted into the Reichsarbeitergesellshaft at Arbeiter rank.
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