The Fall of Bonn

[Death.RunningVerminator]

"You know, nothing will ever change. Especially when it comes to houses and their business crap. Sure they got into a little argument, but you know how long it takes to really change things. Could be weeks.. even months before anything is done about this whole 'economical issue.'.. I'm right and you know it Franz! Our job is pointless!"

Franz opened the room to where they had been staying for the past several days and stepped through, closing the door behind them.

"Kurtt, just shut up. We're here to observe and record. So just do your job."

The two looked at each other angrily.

"Pft. That's why YOU'RE here. I'm here for the action! Hell ya!... Oh, but guess what? There is none!"

"No you dumby! You're here for MY protection and that's the only reason you're here. Since someone can't keep a gun down for 5 seconds, I was chosen to lead this operation."

"Operation? What operation?! All we do is sit around, wait, and listen for any traffic on the comms. I mean really! When do I get to shoot something!?"

Franz took off his glasses and slammed them on the table. He had his head down as he took a deep sigh.

"Kurtt... for the last time... that's not what you're here for. Okay?"

Franz lifted his head back up, staring into Kurtt's eyes.

"Hey, hey! Don't look at me like tha-!"

"Bonn Station is under attack. Battleship Strausberg has opened fire against our turrets. Transports with marines have been seen heading towards several airlocks. Proceed to your nearest emergency point and stand by for further instructions."

The two of them nodded to each other. Franz grabbed his holo-pad and quickly plugged it into the terminal in their room as Kurtt pulled out his Dublin Dustbuster plasma rifle. He opened the door a bit, peeking outside. For the moment it was calm, but soon people would be filling the halls with commotion, running from the incoming marines.