To: Martin Wertheim From: Arbeiter Lukas Mohr, der Alster Union. Subject: You shoot better than you scribble.
Yer' information's a little dated. Garen ain't in this plucky plane of the cosmos anymore, the Arbeitsdirektor's dead long live his sainted Direktorness, all that finoogle.
Plucky backstory. Can't say a life of forced labour being pressed between the cogs of the machine is anything less than godawful. You've picked the right cause to swing the hammer against the deformed shackle-tugging hands of the tyrants, my enlightened brother.
We'll be puttin' you in the hotseat soon enough. You've proven yourself in-flight alongside Mary's wing. That's enough to get my vouch, youngblood. Damn good form-filling for an illiterate, too.
Martin Wertheim has been accepted into the Reichsarbeitergesellschaft at Arbeiter rank.
"Though the past is scarred and the future untold"
" Be the boot heavy, the vacuum cold."
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