Das Büro des Großadmiral

[Traudel Habermeyer]

Polished boots, crease-free dress uniform and impeccable posture - proudly wearing what little accolades she had earned thus far. Almost like a small shield, to protect from what may happen.

Traudel's usual carefree demeanor and that almost always present faint smile of hers were missing today - replaced by an expressionless approach to the whole situation. As interesting as the inside of the Kaiserstolz may have been to her on other days, this was a special day. A very special one. Summoned by the Großadmiral himself. Her sense of honor for being summoned locked in constant battle with overwhelming worry of having done something wrong. A stressful mixture - was it always that warm on a Bismarck?

Nearing von Thielau's office, the young Rheinwehr soldier clenched her jaw. Deep breath, staring at the doors to what might very well be the lion's den to her. After being led inside, Traudel clicks her heels, salutes and remains at attention. Bright blue eyes fixating on a point just slightly next to Karl-Heinz' face.