"Euhemerus?" The young German made his way through the halted train. His beloved white dove had flew out of his cage when the train had come to a abrupt stop. "Euhemerus? Vhere are you?" He was in his mid-twenties, his semi-long, dark black hair came down just around the nape of his neck, and it was bouncing around as he made his way through the almost empty corridors of the train. His eyes shimmered like a drop of sky blue paint as he searched around for his pet. "Euhemerus! Bitte-come to me." No use. His pet was nowhere to be seen, and just as he was about to check the next cart, he felt a tap upon his shoulder.
"Eh hem...iz this...what you were looking for?"
The young German found himself almost gasping his lungs out from being surprised by an unknown man. The man, as he turned quickly and saw, was wearing a blue balaclava and a pin-striped suit, and upon the edge of his lip hung a single lit cigarette. As the Medic's eyes followed the trail of smoke from the cigarette down to the male's hand where he held a cage, he saw-"Euhemerus!" The German greeted before looking at the stranger and giving him a nod, "Ja-I mean-yes, he is vhat I vas in search of. Zhank you very much!" He thanked before having Euhemerus' cage handed to him.
"Your accent...it's...French, yes?" The German asked as the Frenchman nodded and took a hold of the cigarette in between his index and middle finger to exhale a huge trail of smoke, "Oui, I am indeed French. And..." The Frenchman's currently dull blue eyes glanced up and down the shorter German. He was shorter than the suited man and was wearing oval-shaped and metallically thinly rimmed glasses. His attire? Well suited. White dress shirt, blue tie, creamy brown dress vest, tan pants which was tucked into his well shined and what it looked as though well taken care of black military boots. "...you must be our new Medic."
The young Medic smiled and nodded, "Ja. Zhat I am. And...you must be herr Spy?" The Administrator had told him on the phone that his future teammate, the Spy, would be greeting him at the station. The Medic automatically assumed and connected the dots that the Frenchman must have gotten tired of waiting and came into the train with the mission of tracking him down.
"Oui. Zhat I am. Now please, follow me Docteur." The Spy waved his hand, leaving the Medic in slight confusion, "Uh but mein stuff, vhat about zhem-?" His steps were hesitant but keeping up with the Spy so that he didn't get lost, "Your stuff have already been taken care of, zhey are in your room and you are not...so I will take you there right now." The Medic's eyes were slightly rounded by how fast everything was already going and gave the Spy a nod, not wanting to bother him with anymore questions.
Their trip out of the train was quiet, only thing that made noise was the train as it was leaving and Euhemerus's wings beating from the scare. The young German kept his feet at a pace, the Spy was rather quick and footsteps close to silent, most likely due to his job. His face was hidden but the Medic could see the lines around the male's eyes. Maybe mid-30's or even late 30's. The Frenchman must have aged like fine wine and was hiding it all behind the balaclava. "...Iz zhere something you would like to ask, Docteur?"
The German ears began to heat up as his eyes met with the Spy's, "...Ah-nozing! Nozing at all-but um...may I ask vhat happened to mein previous successor?" The Spy didn't skip a beat, "He was killed. Murdered. Was found ripped to shreds just outside zhe base." The Medic's feet came to a halt, the news he had gotten was something the Administrator had forgotten to mention to him. "Vhat? V-Vhat do you mean?" The Spy came to a halt and looked over at the Medic, "It was as if...the Medic was pulled apart by a monster or...somezing like zhat...hm...does zhat scare you, Docteur?" He took a step forward to greet the smaller male with a smile upon his face, eyes slowly closing to reopen and scan the appearance of their-his-new Medic, "For a Docteur, you sure are quite young and...petite. Wilhelm. Oui? Zhat iz your name, iz it not?" The young Medic's mind was still buzzed from the news of what had happened, but that didn't stop him from giving the Spy a belated response, "Ja. Zhat iz indeed my name. And vhat iz your name?"
The Spy stood in front of the Medic, almost brushing away the questions with his eyes as he scanned and studied the Medic's features. "Spy?" He asked before having the pin-striped back as his answer.
Words weren't exchanged after the question went unanswered. Wilhelm wasn't about to push an answer out of the Spy when he obviously was avoiding it without being coy about it.