A man, older than most of the patrons seated at the bar, strides in. His face is creased in a frown, his clothes old and dusty, the cane at his side emphasizing that he is not one of "the usuals".
He walks across the floor with patience, smoothly avoiding the busy waitresses and the dancing patrons with a grace that most wouldn't expect from a man with a cane. Coming to the bar, he grabs the attention of someone working the bar.
"Tell me, genosse, where might I find Kommandant Wolf?" Josef Marks says to the bartender in a flat voice.
Unable to hear his reply over the volume of the music, Marks' eyes follow the pointing finger of the barman to a hunched figure at the end of the bar. Mouthing his thanks, he stands up and walks over to Wolf.
Seating himself next to the Kommandant, Marks introduced himself. "Kommandant Wolf," Marks begins, "I have been directed to you by our Vorstander. My name is Josef Marks. I have been... on leave with the polizei for some time. Much has changed since I last roamed these halls. I believe that the fraulein meant you to bring me up to speed. I am anxious to resume the duties of a revolutionary."
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