The Fall of Bonn

[Death.RunningVerminator]

"Damnit! Something's wrong with the comm links! I can't get access to the network!"

Kurtt stormed over to Franz and grabbed him by his shoulder, spinning him around in his chair to look at him.

"What the hell do you mean you can't get access to the network?! How are you supposed to do your job then?!"

Franz shoved himself away from the bulky and abrasive bodyguard. He thought to himself for a moment while wiping the dust off his glasses, then set them back on his face gently.

"We can't use the comms.. But they probably can."

"They?"

"The marines. They've probably got their own private network. In fact, I'm sure of it. If I could get access to some of their equipment.. Yes yes that would work nicely. Though I'm sure they have individual passcodes set on every node. Hmm. We'll need a live marine most likely, along with any equipment he'll have on him."

Kurtt smiled widely and picked up his Dublin Dustbuster from the table. He held it in his hands proudly, like a newly appointed king wielding his own weapon, ready for battle.

"Eh.. I've been meaning to ask you.. How the hell did you get that thing past security?"

Kurtt's smile slowly declined into a frown as he thought about the question, as if trying to remember. Then, with a sudden urge of passion a light lit up and it came back to him.

"Oh! Ya, it was already here. Just sort of.. picked it up. I'm sure 'Kurtt' won't miss it anyways."

The two laughed a bit before getting back to work, packing their supplies and readying themselves to leave the room.