Major Hermann was in no mood for approximately anything when he got out from the cockpit of his Wraith. The time was not right for training. Avoiding the weak faces of the recruits in the Ready Room (who are obliviously afraid of what's waiting for them), he went directly to his office. On the way, he met with one of the secretaries.
"Any news?!" - Asked Hermann without even taking a look at her.
"Ne...Nein, Herr Major. Everything has been sent to the Vizeadmiral, while you were away. You....you don't have to care about anything at the moment."
Not saying a word, Hermann enters his office. Everything has been untouched since he left the Hangar for a routine patrol....that was 10 days ago. He sits down on his armchair and takes a good look on his military dagger. He's favourite posession is this dagger, besides his handgun, he got from Voelkel long time ago.
"If there's anything you need...."
It was hard to look away from the dagger.
" Nein, danke." - He keeps examining the old symbols on the grip.
But as soon as the secretary was about to leave his office, he looked up.
"Actually, you can do a favour for me."
"Jawohl, Herr Major?"
Major Hermann looks at the secretary, like he's looking at the enemy fighters before they explode and giving the pilot no chance to get out from their burning coffins.
"Bring Gefreiter Albrecht Fuchs to me. It's urgent." His sight slowly goes to the blade.
