To: Stephan Morgenstern, Dimitri Jaeger From: Arbeiter Lukas Mohr, der Alster Union. Subject: Fresh blood, mm?
More flesh to the grinder, mh? You must really be searchin' for your place in paradise. Look hard, future bud - you're not out of the topsoil yet.
Dimitri's been posted on to the quartermaster's secretarial - your possessions have been audited - nothin' short of rude health and an ample shortage of tracking devices. Can't pin no spies on me, GEIST; my minions are naught but the cardinal' frickin' virtues.
Morgenstern - always a damn pleasure to be bunking up with an ex little green man, yeah? We jest, but there ain't no attitude the lanes can give you that'll toe up with Federal live-fire training. The squadrons will wanna' have a word with you.
Both of you hustle it to the given pickup - last leaves at o' Eighthundred before the feds come crashing around us.
Peace.
D.Jaeger and S.Morgenstern have been accepted into the Reichsarbeitergesellshaft at Arbeiter rank.
I'd send you regards, but you're probably gonna' end up dead.
Lukas Mohr,
Arbeiter, Krefeld base, Koeln