Müller was outraged. "What does this pompous %#$%$ think I am?!" - he was thinking to himself - "His lapdog, that he can order around? The son of a..." - at that moment, the Kruger representative looked at him, and Müller faked a smile. It was not very convincing.
Suddenly, his communicator started to beep. Müller puts his right hand on his earpiece: "What? Ok, I am on my way."
He then looks at the Kruger and GMG personel: "Sorry, I have to check on something, I will be right back..."
With that, he opens the heavy door at his side and exits the room. He mumbles some improprieties with himself while walking to the Control Room, not too far away from the Conference Room. He stops at the door: "Open, please." He says to his communicator. The door opens. Wachtmeister Klein is waiting for him inside.
Müller closes the door, and sits beside Klein. "Whew! Thanks for that, Klein! You took me out of that ridiculous situation... I owe you one. Beer is on me after this is over..."
"Well, no problem, Herr Müller... I noticed by the image that you were getting really angry about it..." - said Klein.
"Indeed I was, my friend... Indeed I was... Thanks again for the rescue..." - said the young officer, now more calm - "So, everything is alright? Do you have good audio? Have they detected anything?"
"No sir, they have not detected anything. They didn't even tried to scan the room, as far as I know. And, yes, the audio is good. We will have a good transcript for the Oberkommando." - answered Klein - "Our sensor grid is working fine in the entire station, sir. If one of the women in this station were pregnant, we would know it."
"Good job, Herr Klein. Good job!" - Thomas was less angry now.
