[font=Lucida Sans Unicode]A round table with five chairs is standing in the middle of a dimly lit room. Only one of those chairs is occupied, it's a woman, wearing a black uniform that blends her into the surroundings. Only the shoulder-length blond hair that peaks out under her visor cap sets her apart from the rest of the room.
[font=Lucida Sans Unicode]*She stares at a datapad that she is holding in her right hand*
[font=Lucida Sans Unicode]"Ja, this one will do, it hasn't been used for years."
[font=Lucida Sans Unicode]*A series of beeps is heard*
[font=Lucida Sans Unicode]"Login to comm-relay successful. Guten Tag Agentin Brunn."
[color=#009900]"Send prerecorded message to Falke. MND encryption A-G43-SG-T65-1."
"Sending message:
Falke, hier Feuersturm. I have arrived at the location and set everything up. I am sending
the coordinates with this message. Remember to avoid any unnecessary attention while on your
way here. Forward the coordinates to everyone else involved in Unternehmen Befreiungsschlag.
I have attached a list of abandoned comm-relays that are spread out all over Rheinland, use any
Somewhere, probably at the border of one of the Rheinland systems, a Wraith class fighter drifting to nowhere. It's systems are offline except the life-support and the communications. 99% invisible for the sensors. It's pilot is felt asleep an hour ago. Everything is quiet and cold. Suddenly, one of the buttons started flashing and low beeping can be heared.
The pilot woke up and pushed the button. A prerecorded message could be heared from the speakers.
"Hmm...break is over."
The Wraith's communication systems are back online and the pilot starts signing in to one of the encrypted channels.
"ID: "Falke"
Channel: A-G43-SG-T65-1"
"Feuersturm, zhis is Falke. I'm heading to zhe given coordinates. It won't take long. Falke out."
After he sent the message, he entered the most encrypted MND channel, which is supposed to be used only at the case of "disaster". Only 5 persons know this channel, including Feuersturm and Falke.
"Falke to all Agentin, the coordinates are given. Move zhere as soon as possible."
After a long route, Falke's wraith reached the coordinates. Nothing were there, but a damaged yacht. The ship was probalby under attacked by pirates and the crew abandoned it, however it's still operational. Falke docked to the wreck and looked around.
"It could be a trap" said Falke while he were took out his handgun.
He climbed out of his fighter and went to a pierced door which leaded him to a corridor. There were no source of light, so he took his flashlight since he left his nightvision in the fighter. Scattered helmets and dresses were everywhere.
After the 9th corner, he saw a reinforced door. It could not be opened from his side, so he banged it three times with his fist, stepped back and got ready to shoot anybody, who's opening it.