Kruger Meeting GMG with unknown intentions...

[Doria]

Müller saw from the distance the Liners moored at the other side of the station, almost 3 kilometers away from Docking Bay Four where he was landing. Bonn was a huge station. The Polizei taking control of it was a good thing, they were in need of such a magnificent base in space.

Of course, several years of war and the station being praticaly abandoned for some time led to its decay. Repairs were under way, but there was still much to be done. The docking bays and mooring wings were already functional, the Administration levels repairs were going well, the habitat wings and public areas were next on the list.

After his ship was safely parked, Müller stepped off the cockpit and talked to the docking chief:

"I'm Wachmann Thomas Müller, I was sent here by the Polizei high command to oversee the security measures for the meeting... I see our guests already arrived. Who is in charge of the security here?"

"That would be Wachtmeister Klein, he is at Docking Bay 14, one of the big ones... its at the mooring wing, on the other side of the station. You can take that lift over there, sir." - said the chief.

"Thanks!" said Müller, while he passed his helmet, backpack and other pilot gear he had on him to the docking workers arriving to service his fighter. He then picked up his Polizei officer jacket and his sunglasses from the small cargo compartment besides the cockpit, and walked to the lift.

As he was being transported through the station, he was thinking on the mission ahead. A meeting between Kruger and the GMG. Very unexpected. The young officer was certain that the GMG were suspicious of their guests intentions, due to their past history. They even were granted authorization to have armed security officers aboard Bonn. That would make Müller's job an even more delicate matter.

He exited the lift, and encountered a security detachment ready to receive the guests that were about to exit their transport. Müller walked faster up to the security chief, offering his hand to shake. The wachtmeister gave him a military salute. Müller moved his right hand up and down, in a quick gesture to dismiss the salute.

"I'm Wachmann Müller. Everything ready, wachtmeister?"

"Yes, Herr Müller" - said the tall, blond man, lowering his arm. Thomas had to look up to face the guy - "We have secured the way from here to the conference room, and have increased security patrols in other areas of the station. The emergency team is on stand-by."

"Good..." - said Müller - "My superiors told me to avoid a bloodshed. Let's try to do that, ja?

"Of course, Herr Müller, but I think we will be lucky if we get out of this in one piece, sir..."

Müller looked somewhat surprised at the security chief, but right then the GMG delegation started to exit their ship. The young pilot then walked 2 steps foward, put his arms to his sides and bent his body foward about 45 degrees, hopefully mimicking the kusarian salute.

"Greetings, gentlemen. I am Wachmann Thomas Müller of the Bundespolizei. Welcome to Bonn station. We are honored with the opportunity to host such an unexpected meeting." - while he talked, Müller noticed the armed bodyguards - "Well, I am not to take your time, so our security chief, Herr Klein here, will escort you gentlemen to the conference room. I hope you have a fruitful stay in our base."

The young officer was a little nervous... But right now he had to make sure the preparations were all set on the Kruger side also.