16 years have passed

[Strichev]

A few hours later two men, both wearing thick clothes, at least for someone who's not from New Berlin sat in a fast food restaurant that became less popular in the past years, mostly due to crumbling relations with Liberty. Their position offered a good view of the rather old looking building across the street. While their jaws were chewing the artificially flavoured hamburgers there was still time to say a few words regarding weather, politics, war and above all money. So those two saw a man walk from shadow of the Institute to brightly illuminated street. The taller, brown haired man seemed quite interested in observing everything that was going on on the street, not much that is. His interest didn't go unnoticed with an almost too stereotypical to be real bartender.
A sentence interrupted guest's thoughts.

Are you looking for some info?

The taller man seemed slightly surprised and for a brief moment silence allowed sound of roaring engines from high above to seep into the restaurant.

Yes, in fact we are. Tell me who is that man over there.

He's Franz Maister, an archaeologist, officially he's normal archaeologist, if you know what I mean.

He paused, letting the mysterious guest add one number to his neural net payment card.

However some say, rumours circle, that he in fact had rather interesting role eighteen years ago. In fact his name didn't appear up until recently in these parts.

Another digit appeared on the neural net card.

Recently his team returned from Omega 11, there they supposedly scanned Planet Deidus for remnants of Von Rohe's ship. ALG provided founds. Waste of money if you ask me. Past, yes past holds many things...
With those final words left hanging in the air the bartender slowly lumbered out of sight.