No Fun Allowed

[TheJarl]

As soon as Lizzie enters the room cold metal is pressed against her forehead. "You know the most logical course of action would be to execute you here and now. Using violence against your own comrades and breaking into the party leader's personal quarters? In such a dangerous situation I have little choice but to stop you with lethal force."

Unlike Lizzie, Freya was very much the archetype of the Bundschuh though she was distinguished from others by her unwavering loyalty to the cause, her extreme discipline in her work and her apparent lack of anything vaguely resembling mercy or remorse. Towards most people that is.

She looked serious as she pushed Lizzie's head back with the short steel barrel of her handgun. "Isn't it a shame? Born with everything you could dream off and then to just have your life end like that because you are so incredibly stupid?" Behind the uniformed, long-haired Freya the quarters could be seen. It was plain with sparse furniture and no decoration other than some large flags with Bundschuh and Widerstand symbols on them.

She whispered. "I could end you right now, you know?"