Aboard Freeport 8, Sigma-15 system, Rheinland border systems
[img float=right]https://i.imgur.com/MLRrFSF.png?1[/img]Subject: Annika Einfalt
Sect: Die Weiße Rose
Position in the movement: Oberst
Subject: Lucas Meyer
Sect: Die Weiße Rose
Position in the movement: Soldat
Subject: "Midgard-Zwei"
Sect: Die Weiße Rose
Position in the movement: Spezialagent
Freeport 8 was a relatively big station with the bars, hotels and everything needed for the rest and business. Station has been frequently visited by the unlawful elements, smugglers, junkers and even Rheinwehr soldiers, who come here to have a drink ater the shift in Sigma-15. Surprisingly, but this strange mixture was stable enough, probably because security team on installation was always vigilant and ready to extinguish and kind of the conflicts. Sometimes with brutal force.
It was another calm evening above the narrow "streets" of Freeport 8, that were connecting one corpus with each-other. At the farthest end of the corridor suddenly appeared a couple of people. Young woman with the short haircut, light combat armor and a black cloak cleared her throat and turned to a tall man, completly covered with a heavy armor. As she stepped under the ray of light, it gave a better look at the details of her face - young it was with the stamp of mourning and exhaustion. "— Allright, Meyer will meet us at the bar Let's move."
A man in his 20's was sitting at one of the tables at the bar, a cigar in one hand, a glass of whiskey in the other. He was about 1,80meters tall, quiet, and seen staring at his glass most of the time. Meyer wasn't a heavy drinker, at least not until he had been in a coma, after which his attitude seemed to have changed quite a bit. His eyes were almost glassy, cold, showing that he was seemingly uninterested in what was happening around him. Wearing the Uniform of the Weiße Rose was still not something that he was used to, and considering that he wore it in a way that made it appear that they were almost normal clothes in terms of looseness, he didn't quite enjoy it either. The air was bad as usual, to be expected of a station, and especially a bar where most people smoke. There were no people at his table besides him, and yet it looked like there used to be many people that sat on this table. It was worn out, and dirty as well. Meyer didn't seem to care alot about all of that, until one woman, accompanied by a man who appeared to be a Soldat, entered his sight of view. She wore a Uniform of the Weiße Rose, and he approached her with a raised eyebrow. Was this Oberst Einfalt, someone who he's not met before?
Annika has noticed the man and quickly approached him, making a gesture towards Midgard to follow her. When she approched Mayer, she quckly took a place in front of him and said: "— Zwei stars of Sigma 15 are wonderful as always."
It was a code phrase, settled before the meeting. Midgard took a place near with Annika as well. He nodded without dropping a single word. Oberst stood up and approached the bartender. They have discussed something for two minutes, bartender raised his hand and pointed somewhere. Woman nodded and returned to her comrades, telling them to follow her with a light gesture.
A couple of minutes laster, the group approached the lone table with a man sitting there at the farthest room of the bar. Annika quickly sat down in front of him, while her fellow aktivists took the places near with her. "— Guten Tag. Oberst Annika Einfalt at your service, together with spezialagent Midgard and aktivist Meyer. You said, that you have information, that might be interested for us. We are listening."
There was an absence of lighting in that corner and, although that was because the neon bulb above was broken, it appeared that darkness came not from the absence of light, but from the presence of the seated figure. His black coat and black hat absorbed every photon that happened to hit them, trapping it forever in their depth. When he turned, the contrast of his aggressive, blue eyes, whose energy made them appear like they were where all the blood from the throbbing veins on his temples was going from, struck like two balls of lightning. The rest of his face was covered by a gas mask -- also black. It was distorting his voice so that it was not recognizable.
"Abend, fräulein. Not tag. It is midnight, as ve agreed. Zere is no practical difference in schpace, but it is ze non-utilitarian vannes zat define a person's personality. Vere is ze money?"
Annika looked rather confused with her little mistake. "— I apologise... Guess I a bit overworked myself."
Her voice seemed to be soft and trembling at the same side. Rheinlandic accent wasn't very noticeable. She pulled out a glowing with a weak blue light credit card out of her pocket and placed it on table. "— Here. Should be enough."
She tried to focus her vision on the appearance of the person in front of her, summing facts up. Prefers to stay in shadow, Rheinlander, sharp and rude character of the person, who thinks, that he knows more, than people around him, and doesn't want to waste time on any kind of communications, except business ones. This kind of people sells only really valuable information in most cases. "— Now closer to the business. I hope, that you aren't going to tell us all details here and you've recorded them somewhere. Don't name them, we might be followed or overheard. I bet, that you understand it by yourself and I just tell you obvious things. And one more question..."
She cleared her throat again and continued: "— Why did you pick us?"
The man looked at the credit card for a few moments, leaving the lady waiting. His hands slithered from under the table, masked with black gloves and, with their long and thin fingers, lifted the card gently and with the precision of an assembly robot. He dropped it into a pocked of his coat, not on the external side, but internal.
"Come closer", he finally spoke. "Come!", he waved towards himself. "I vill not hurt you!"
Oberst looked rather surprised. She threw a glance at the Midgard, who nodded and pulled out a little injector, made of carbons and plastics. Unnoticable and quick weapon, the perfect solution for seld-defence on stations, like Freeport Eight. Annika slowly stood up and approached the man, trying to catch more details from the shorter distance.
The man noticed the weapon. It was made not to be noticed by security guards, but it was pulled out so the man would notice it, and know that doing something rash would be exactly that. But he expected such an organization to be cautious, and he was all but rash by nature. The cold tip of his gas mask almost touched Einfalt's right ear. He unclasped it carefully and partially removed the muzzle from his jaw. Einfalt's head was blocking the view to the small part of his face which he had revealed. He whispered something into Einfalt's ear, and then returned to his previous position, like a carnivorous plant which had just digested a meal.
"If you find it, return hier. Because I vant something else, too, and you vill vant ze access passvord. Zat is vy I am talking vit you, and not ze Rheinland government. I need a new, false, and legal ID."
Oberst returned to her comrades with the expression of excitement on her face. She barely noticeably nodded to aktivist and operative: "— This information really worths the money we payed, Herr. But I guess, if we come here again, we will attract too much attention. We will come there and dispatch our basic unit and, if your information appears to be the truth, we will send you transmission in the same channel, where we will discuss your requirements. For now we should dissapear and start working. Midgard, Meyer, follow me."
Woman quickly turned to the exit of the bar, trying to calm herself. A blush appeared on her cheeks together with a weak smile. A couple of moments later both men also left their sits, following Annika. "— If we manage to use this information, the movement will become even stronger. We will get a safe heaven for all of us, in case something bad happens. It is truly a great day not only for Die Weisse Rose, but for the movement in general. Come on, we should start the work as soon as possible. We can't waste any time."
She whispered to her comrades. When the group almost reached the exit from the bar, a couple of obviously drunk soldiers of Rheinwehr appeared. However, an injector at the hands of Midgard made them continue their way into the bar, ignoring the group of aktivists.
Fifteen minutes later a little squadron of three fighters left the station and quickly dissapeared in Scharhorn Asteroid Field...
"Herr Hansson?"
Lucas asked the man that he had seen before. Of course the man's real name was not Hansson but the papers he had received from the Generaloberst stated that name. Skimming through the papers he had been given, he couldn't prevent but to smirk. "Take those, and make sure not to drive off too quickly again, Herr Hansson."
He said, looking the man in the eyes. Approaching him a little further, not moving his eyes off of Hansson for even a second, he put his hand on the man's shoulder as if they were friends for a while "I hope you get over the thing with your wife Herr, and don't mess up at your job at Synth Foods. That is quite a lucrative career after all, I'm somewhat jealous. "
He left the papers that he had been given by the Generaloberst at the table that the man sat on and moved on to the bar, ordering a bier before leaving the station. The air at the bar was as bad as ever, and so he was quite happy that he could finally leave that place with the finished task in mind. At the door he looked back at the man once more before finally leaving that forsaken place for good.
Last words are for fools who have not yet said enough.