Legionaries

Intervals

Berlin, Germany, October 24, 2018

At 09.43

The blond man's face suddenly turned deathly pale after ending a phone conversation in his private room. Raut huffled clearly implied in the look on his face. The last words expressed by the caller a moment ago still resonated in his mind.

"Sang Fuhrer has waited too long. He wants to meet with his greatest investment asset soon."

The last two sentences uttered by the mysterious caller did not stop stirring his mind. He was well aware of what consequences he would receive if he ignored the request of the Fuhrer. It was not only his political career that was threatened, but also the safety of himself and his extended family.

The prestigious position he held as spokesman for the Bundesministerium der Verteidigung (BMVG), the German Ministry of Defence, did not guarantee his position would not be touched. Other intruder agents scattered across German federal government institutions have long overseen the movement. At least he did a little carelessness, they will not hesitate to act, either by reporting to the Fuhrer or immediately finish his life.

Not wanting to be too late in the rage, the blond man decided to act immediately. His right hand moved quickly grabbing the phone handle to make the call. Meanwhile, his left hand picked up a book containing international dialing code numbers. The index finger of his left hand made a scanning motion while his eyes seemed to focus on searching one by one the code numbers listed in the call book.

Shortly after, the round of his eyeballs stopped at one point. His left index immediately danced agilely on the number buttons on the phone device on his desk.

"Verdampt, Blend Arzt!"

The man's blood overflowed instantly knowing his call had no response. While blurting out the swear sentence, his clenched hand vented out annoyance by pounding the table. His chest looked like a flower, trying to control his breath that was panting because of excessive emotions.

However, after a few minutes, he was silent in his rage, his facial expression suddenly changed when he saw a computer device at the end of his private room. A moment later, he pushed his wheeled chair towards the front of the computer screen.

"Email!" With a muttering tone, he uttered the word 'email' with emphasis.

As soon as his hand moved around the mouse cursor of the computer device, he chose the electronic mail program feature located in the Desktop section. Muttering the words he was writing in an electronic mailbox, his fingers danced agilely over the keyboard.

"Innerhalb eines Monats muss der Junge for die Reise bereit sein."

"Now it's time. Another month the boy should be ready for the journey soon."