"Joachim, leave me please." The last thing he needed was for people to know more about his activities than was absolutely required. Cristofer looked at himself in the mirror, was his outfit boring enough? He'd picked up some slightly worn, unassuming clothes from the nearby market in order to not draw attention to himself. It simply isn't safe to look wealthy while walking about the streets of Harburg at this hour.

Ensuring that nobody else was in the room, Cristofer turned on his datapad, it instantly illuminating his face and the surrounding area. He didn't have much time left in order to be at the place where his contact would be, that is assuming that his contact would even be there. The Widerstand had a reputation among the other Bundschuh factions for neglecting their planetside counterparts, instead focusing too much on fighting in space. This lead to quite a few missed appointments in the past.

He wasn't sure as to what was going to take place at this meeting. All that he knew when his superior in the HVEB contacted him, is that he would be meeting a contact of great importance, and that no matter what he was to co-operate with them. This meant that Cristofer was to keep check of his argumentative tendencies, a task that he was going to find incredibly difficult.

Cristofer opened a compartment at the side of his dresser, and pulled out his personal sidearm. While he didn't expect to be needing to use it, he nevertheless wanted to be prepared for anything that may happened. Putting away his sidearm, he left his room and proceeded to head out into the intense cold air that Planet Hamburg was famous for.

Cristofer looked up and down his supposed contact, puzzling over their small stature. He had expected something a bit more impressive, the Widerstandsarmee being one of the more aggressive factions of the Bundschuh. He had also expected to find a ship of some kind, or some sort of armaments. He didn't know much about what was going on, but a cloaked figure from the Widerstandsarmee was not what Cristofer was expecting.

"Guten Morgen. I am guessing the Widerstandsarmee must be short on resources once more, seeing as they are sending me this. I see no ship nearby, no nothing. Not that I should be so disappointed, the Widerstand hasn't cared about us here on this planet for a very long time. Still, it would be nice to see something useful show up."

Cristofer put his best annoyed face on, and waited. Hopefully this mysterious figure would shed a little light on the situation, perhaps involuntarily.

Cristofer was not impressed by this display. While he was used to the political moves made in the HVEB, he was not expecting vague responses from a member of the Widerstand.

"Regardless of what the Widerstand thinks they need here, this is not about what the Widerstand needs. This is about what Hamburg needs, and I am not confident that you will be enough to help the people of Hamburg."

Remembering his supervisor's words, Cristofer decided to drop the point. Even if he thought that both the HVEB and the Widerstand were making very unwise decisions by only bringing this single person to the surface of Hamburg, that was not his decision to make and he had been ordered to be of help.

"However, despite this, I must have been summoned here for a reason. What is it that you need from me?"

Cristofer scratched his head. What on Earth was that woman all about? And what did the Vorsitzende have to do with all of this? Unfortunately for now these questions would remain unanswered. He pulled out his own datapad and started writing down the various requests that the Widerstand agent had made.

"Inter-House politics.. Paywall...Got it's cold out."

Cristofer put his datapad away and decided to quickly head home. Planet Hamburg was extremely cold this early in the morning, and he didn't like the idea of staying out much longer where he would draw suspicion.