As the sunshine slowly filtered into Martinn Schaefer's suite, the Alexanderplatz came to life. Awoken by the newfound light, he slowly pulled himself from his slumber and stumbled into the bathroom. Despite his grogginess he couldn't help but feel nervous. This was their final gamble. If they failed, the ban the government had been pushing for decades would finally pass. And so deep in thought he put on his robe and stepped out onto the balcony. Greeting the world once again he took in the sights from the twenty first floor of the Forum Hotel. His gaze came to rest upon the World Time Clock and it's numbers roused him from his stupor.
"7:35. Damnit, I must meet Dieter in less than an hour!"
Hastily grooming himself he grabbed his small duffel bag out from the closet and left the cozy room behind forever.
Exiting the warm building the crisp air greeted him with an icy blast. Making his way to the metro his mind escaped the hustle and bustle of the Alex and wandered to his mission. He was brought back to reality by the scalding coffee on his arm.
"Watch where you are going, ass!"
He snapped his head back fast enough to only see a stocky man making a rude gesture. No matter, he was not to be concerned with trivial issues today. His journey to the metro station went on uneventfully. He had made great time once on the streets, and when he finally sat down and checked his watch he determined he had roughly thirty minutes to reach the cathedral.
He eyed his fellow shipmates on the subterranean voyage suspiciously, but none of them seemed to notice or care. He pulled into the correct station and made his way to the escalator. On his way up a business man brushed against his bag but he didn't seem to notice what he had just felt.
Emerging into the streets he gazed up at the church and marveled at it's beauty. He would have to return here someday when his task was completed. He spotted Dieter in the predetermined alleyway and quickly escaped the teeming masses. They checked eachother's bags and, after assuring that the needed equipment was present, Martinn called Hans on his cellphone and gave him the codeword.
The two men settled in for the wait and a heavy silence descended. For a few minutes the pair were deep in thought, but eventually, Dieter had to speak.
"Is this really right, Martinn? I know that what we are fighting for, but has it really come to this?"
"We have had fifty five years to try to free our nation peacefully. Both sides have brushed us aside while they warred with eachother for dominance. Now we will re-assert Germany's will."
With that Hans pulled into the alley in his black mercedes and came to a stop next to the pair. The two men silently entered the car. They turned onto the avenue and headed for the Reichstag.
"7:35. Damnit, I must meet Dieter in less than an hour!"
Hastily grooming himself he grabbed his small duffel bag out from the closet and left the cozy room behind forever.
Exiting the warm building the crisp air greeted him with an icy blast. Making his way to the metro his mind escaped the hustle and bustle of the Alex and wandered to his mission. He was brought back to reality by the scalding coffee on his arm.
"Watch where you are going, ass!"
He snapped his head back fast enough to only see a stocky man making a rude gesture. No matter, he was not to be concerned with trivial issues today. His journey to the metro station went on uneventfully. He had made great time once on the streets, and when he finally sat down and checked his watch he determined he had roughly thirty minutes to reach the cathedral.
He eyed his fellow shipmates on the subterranean voyage suspiciously, but none of them seemed to notice or care. He pulled into the correct station and made his way to the escalator. On his way up a business man brushed against his bag but he didn't seem to notice what he had just felt.
Emerging into the streets he gazed up at the church and marveled at it's beauty. He would have to return here someday when his task was completed. He spotted Dieter in the predetermined alleyway and quickly escaped the teeming masses. They checked eachother's bags and, after assuring that the needed equipment was present, Martinn called Hans on his cellphone and gave him the codeword.
The two men settled in for the wait and a heavy silence descended. For a few minutes the pair were deep in thought, but eventually, Dieter had to speak.
"Is this really right, Martinn? I know that what we are fighting for, but has it really come to this?"
"We have had fifty five years to try to free our nation peacefully. Both sides have brushed us aside while they warred with eachother for dominance. Now we will re-assert Germany's will."
With that Hans pulled into the alley in his black mercedes and came to a stop next to the pair. The two men silently entered the car. They turned onto the avenue and headed for the Reichstag.
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