Viktor slid back on his from the computer screen, his legs kicked out ad staring at the ceiling. There was a sudden, heavy silence within the room as he took a moment to recollect his thoughts.
Viktor's office was quaint, to say the least. A desk in the center, filing cabinets against the left wall and newspaper articles, theories and progressions on the right. A window stretched across the back wall and a single air vent loomed on the ceiling. All of this was washed in a dull grey feeling, with the only noticeable colour being Viktor's old uniform, hanging off of a hat stand.
With the issues of his ships out of the way, he was able to begin investigations within Rheinland efficiently. While the offer of repairing the ships if need be was polite, Viktor found it irrelevant as he would have to customize his ships with Order communication technology. And Das Buro could not find out about that.
He stood up from his seat, glancing out the window into empty space, then strolling out of the door, being sure to lock the door behind him. He looked up at the room name: "V Brandt's Office". He turned and headed down the corridor, glancing at other investigators, journalists and researcher's offices. Down the flights of stairs and around the corner and the bedroom dorms are present. "Bundschuh Research Team A", "LWB Ecologist Foundation" and "Red Hessian Drill Technology" are all types of dorms in the station.
Down the main elevator with a few late night scientists and security guards. Noticeably, Harold talks.
"Viktor? Why are you awake at this hour? Surely you have better things to do than be awake in an elevator."
It was hard for Viktor to call Harold by his first name, as last names showed a higher level of respect and tolerance, but as of late, Viktor had forgotten.
"Ah, hallo... Harold." He replied with a tone of awkwardness "Ja, I should be asleep, but something's come up and I cannot waste time... surely a man under your agenda would understand."
"Ja! Of course, Viktor..." A silence fell over the elevator as it hummed passed the levels of the station, until it dinged at level 11. "Best of luck, Viktor." Viktor nodded to the scrawny ma as he hurried out of the metal casket and off to the laboratories.
It was an issue. Viktor had become slack. Forgetting people's last names, calling them by their first names, he'd even called someone by "Joey" last week instead of Jonathon. Perhaps this was a sign of madness? His world was beginning to crumble away around him. Well, his perception of it anyway.
"Level 1. Hangar Bay Porches."
The robotic elevator voice snapped him back into reality. The stragglers of the elevator and Viktor all left in a gush of people, with Viktor at the back.
The hangar bay was vastly populated by ships of all kinds. Hessian Lokis, Freelancer Sabres, Bundschuh Humpbacks and even the odd Military Wraith. Viktor walked up the safety rail, leaning on it and taking in the view. What a magnificent sight of factions not at each other's throats. Truely a wonder.
"Herr Brandt?" A shy voice squeaked. Viktor turned to see a boy dressed in typical LWB farmer style clothing behind him, He was definately young, perhaps 16 or 17. "Herr Kuhn would like you to have this."
In his hand was a small envelope, entitled to Viktor personally.