Weimar Military Facility, Hamburg. Interrogation cells

[Kreuzritter]

Stock raises his left eyebrow.

"It seems you are under the impression that this is a job interview, ja?"

Walking around the opposite end of the table he places a document in the middle of it.

"The only one asking for something here will be I. Verstanden?"

He removes a pencil from the breast pocket of his uniform and slides it over. "Fill that out."

Code:

First Name:

Last Name:

Date of Birth:

Planet of Origin:

Relatives:
[list]
[*]Parents:
[*]Grandparents:
[*]Siblings:
[*]Wife/Spouse:
[*]Children:
[*]Grandchildren:
[*]Additional relatives:
[/list]

The Feldwebel moves a bit away from the table and adjusts a nearby lamp to shine directly into the eyes of Peter.

"Tell me when you're finished and don't expect any favours from me. You're scum. Scum that betrayed it's own insignificant cause. Whatever the Major may think - he's not here. I'm here. Things will be done my way."

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