Personal logs of Professor Klein Würtz

[axisdeus]

Ein shuttle lands on the docking strip at Bautzen station. As the huge bulk-doors slam together with ein screeching metallisch sound, a hatch opens giving away a männlich Figur stepping down from die spacecraft. Tiny paces carry him through the crowd and tumult which is so familiär on this kind of Handelszentrum, all across known space. He hardly makes way, visibly bothered by the multitude of people intruding his privaten space, als suddenly comes to a halt. He checks his pockets, one by one, meticulously, until he finds a minuscule Objekt. One could have glanced die calm look on his face once he finds das puny Objekt, but nicht hier - hier everyone is in a rush, minding their own concerns, nicht paying attention to the Mann that started walking again, picking up the pace.

Psst!...Kommen here.Schnell!
Klein startles at the sight of this individual. Tall, muskulös, wearing a brown coat passing his knees, nicht resembling at all with his own Konstitution. With a small, unnoticeable gesture the illusive figure directs him towards a back alley.
Are you Bürkhard?
Der Mann approves by shaking his head accordingly, whilst walking in front of Der Proffesor
I do figure you got die Credits already...
No time, give me das Paket.
Hält und turns around in a clean sweep move, now facing Klein. With ein minimalistischen gesture picks up the small container in which the Professor placed die Mikro-Controller.
Ich will need some details to where Ich am supposed to deliver dies.
Of cour...... natürlich you do....how could you possible know where to deliver it if Ich nicht tell you.
Der Professor starts to stutter. Takes a deep breath trying to calm down but the shivers of his hands portray something else.
You have to go Trenton Outpost bar in New York System in 3 days from now, at around Mittagszeit. There you will find eine Frau at der Bar, wearing a blue dress and having a Martini. Tell her that Klein sent you. She will know what it is all about.
Gut.
Bürkhard puts das Paket in his coat und extends his arm grabbing der Professor hand and shaking it
Ahh..und ein last thing. We never meet, you never saw me, you have no ideea who Ich bin...this meeting never took place. Auf Wiedersehen!
Der Mann steps aside and starts walking away...
But how will Ich know you have completed die Job?
You will not. Hopefully...