He sat still, looking at Hermann much like a culprit looks at a judge in court before the sentence is proclaimed. His hands were slightly shaking and tiny pearls of sweat, which he didn't dare to wipe, ran down his forehead.
"Bremen frontline....that's my punishment? What the hell did I do wrong to get transferred to that craphole? Well, frack this. I can either stand up and completely throw protocol out of the window - then they'll probably throw me out right away and I don't have to suffer that backwater suckpile of an assignment - or I try to reason with that self-important son of a Libertonian barmaid...." he thought.
Albrecht wrinkled his nose.
"Whatever....let's see what the Gesichtselfmeter over there has to say..."
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