Admiral Malte was waiting for Voelkel to land his wrath after the early morning patrol.
The landing area of the New Berlin military base was covered with snow - as always - and only the weather was showing some mercy at all. The snowfall had stopped. Possibly giving New Berlin just a few minutes to catch a breath.
"Leutnant Voelkel!" [color=#33FF33]The admiral had his attention.
"Outstanding work in the field mein Herr, you are one of the best examples for all pilots in the Kanzlers fleet.
I also want to speak in high terms of your reports Leutnant.
Always a pleasure to be informed in such an elegant and well organized way.
Keep up your great work and the Military may have more for you to offer, than just the beginning of the Flagofficers career.
Dismisssed. And get some coffee, you look terrible."
The Admiral smiled when leaving the landing area into the direction of the cafeteria.
Voelkel saluted once the Admiral turned around.
Admiral Malte disappeared in the slowly starting snowstorm.
Berlin's icy touch was geting a grip on the planet again.
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