He walks in the same direction he saw Jason Trayne go. A minute later those in the nightclub could hear something being smashed, apparently Tharog and the robot had a little argument.
Half an hour later Tharog returns.
"Well. I guess it is time tae return tae Liberty. I got a job to do."
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."
'Very well, welcome back mister Marks.' He welcomed him. 'Volksfront bit evolved but we still live in hard times. I see time 'spent' in Vierlande did not broke your revolutionary spirit. I am surprised you managed to escape from it, most people just dissapear without news. On what position you were before that happened? It would be good to reinstate you on what you were doing best.'
"As you say, comrade, much has changed. My time with the revolution was cut short while I was a leutnant. I understand that this is a rank that no longer exists. I ran the Volksradio before my capture, enlightening my fellow citizens on certain matters that our dear Kanzler would rather not discuss."
Jason got up and left the bar as he was tired after his 11 hour shift he got into the elavator again.
***Password Please***
"hmm dam it i forgot the new one what is!." he paced the elevator hurridly thinking fast "Son of a-" ***Password accepted and have a beutiful night Jason***
He staggered into the VIP lounge and moaned "bed!" a chair in the corner by a massive window folded into a circualar like shape, it looked like a small glass sphere. he got into it and curled into a ball and dropped into a deep sleep. The Sphere then went into the wall and it looked like nothing had happened.
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