The dirty, tattered letter had made it this far. It was finally in Omega-54, waiting on a desk at the recruiting office aboard Kassel. From the dirty, unkempt room of a poor ALG employee, handed off to a rather suspicious looking man on a docking platform. Thrown into a crate with dozens of other letters just like it, and loaded onto a Dromedary. Safely aboard, it broke atmosphere and headed down the lanes and through the gates, dodging the Federal Police along the way. The crate was handed off, among others, to Hessian operatives in Dresden. The Dromedary didn't make it back to Berlin, but the letter was safe and on its way to Omega-54. Sorted and stacked, scanned and packed, and finally slapped down on a dusty desk in the recruitment office. It was here. It was finally time. Scrawled on the envelope was the word "aflyingbiskit," presumably a throwaway SKYP-3 address, in case the Hessians cared to respond.
