Project: Walkürenritt
By Zoram Selrof
Chapter 1: The start of a conspiracy
14:52 PM (Japan Time), Wednesday January the 14th, 2009
"… Crawl: ten times! Speed it up, group!"
The students of a class were divided into small group of two to three persons which were swimming up and down the Akihara Middle School indoors pool following the instructions of the supervisors.
"Move it!"
The students quickly agitated their arms and propelled forward with their legs while diving their heads in and out: all of them returned to the south end of the pool and rested after a few minutes.
"Okay! Time's up! Climb out, get changed and head back to the classroom!" One supervisor announced.
The students climbed out of the pool and headed for the changing rooms: all of them were taking off their caps and swimming goggles.
"Man! This one is also into the "break 'em all down" league… They go and unload their bad mood into us: talk about a bunch of jerks!" Hikari Netto complained as he walked towards the changing room.
He was by now fifteen years old.
Physically, he'd grown in a noticeable manner, now standing at over a meter and sixty tall.
His hair was as unkempt as ever.
"This one must be into Mahjong, too." Hikari Saito added.
His usually neatly combed hair now was soaked, so it didn't have its usual symmetry to it.
He was maybe one or two inches taller than Netto.
"We'll look into it and complain to the representative!" A student walking besides them exclaimed.
The third guy walking down with them was a student about their age and maybe some inches taller than either Netto or Saito.
He had neatly arranged blonde hair which ended at his neck's base and his eyes' irises were green emerald.
His facial features were rather smooth and suave, thus making him stand out somehow.
"Yeah. Isaac will find it out in a breeze." Netto agreed.
"Man! I felt like I was about to die in there!" Ooyama Deako dramatized.
"Dekao – kun. Please be realistic." Hikawa Tooru rolled his eyes.
"What! I'm never realistic?" Dekao grumbled.
"You aren't, Dekao. Stop dramatizing 'cause you don't have any talent for it." Netto told him with obvious annoyance on his voice.
"Just get your feet into the changing room." Saito annoyingly ordered.
They all entered the men's changing room and dressed back into their school uniform: they stored the swimming pool stuff in their sports bag and exited the indoor swimming pool building to head back towards their classroom.
"Hi~! Nelaus – ku~n!" A girl's voice called out.
Nelaus seemed to brighten from his previous bad mood as he turned around to see a girl walking towards him and the others.
She was around fifteen years old and maybe an inch or two shorter in height than him.
She had orange-colored curly hair and blue irises eyes.
She obviously was dressed in the girls' school uniform.
"Oh. Tamashita Aura – chan. What's up?" Nelaus asked.
"That supervisor was horrible! Don't you agree?" She asked him.
"Yeah. We're going to complain to the direction about this."
"What are cha guys up to today?" Sakurai Meiru questioned with a hint of bad mood on her voice: she didn't look in a good mood, either.
"Well! It's obvious, Meiru – chan! We want to get rid of that useless supervisor!" Ayanokouji Yaito told her.
"Look: class is gonna start in five minutes, so we better get inside."
"Pu~ri~n… Ni~r… U~p…" A sweet and soft voice suddenly rang out through the speakers.
"Purin? The Gen I Normal Type PKMN…?" Hikawa wondered.
"Sigma. He did say he had that idea but Blood Shadow shot it down: but he's the stubborn type…"
"Luckily you can't have a song which makes you fall asleep in the real world no matter how much you try." Nelaus muttered.
"Sigma – sama is too much of a troublemaker." Tamashita rolled her eyes.
"Why does she get to shine further than me?" Meiru muttered with some annoyance.
"Come on, Meiru – chan… Show her 'round the district…" Yaito hushed to her.
"I dunno what chat mean, Yaito – chan. Introduce her to your sky mowers instead."
"Tee, heh, heh…"
The singing halted as someone killed the switch and they sighed in relief as they entered the 3-A classroom and they sat down on their posts.
"Now History… Lovely. From 15:15 to 16:15… Last class of the day…!"
"Come on, Netto – kun. At least it isn't Ms. Math."
"I knew that, Saito – niisan, but… Huff. Wednesdays are TOO long."
16:15 PM (Japan Time)…
"… And that's all for today… See you tomorrow."
The History teacher departed the classroom and everyone sighed in relief: their day was over.
"It's over! Now we can get home and cool off." Netto sighed in relief.
"I want to find out if I got another Space Weather mail."
"Personally, I just want to get homework done with."
"I'll go take care of some stuff." Tamashita giggled.
"What are cha up to, hmmm?" Meiru questioned her.
"What. Sakurai – san… Don't tell me you have jealousy…" She smiled at her.
"Hmpf! It's not that. If you deal with Rainon – kun… Then I don't mind at all… However! Something reeks in here." Meiru replied, unimpressed.
"Meiru – chan… You've been saying that stuff ever since she transferred here!" Yaito complained.
Dekao waved his arms as if to get Meiru's attention from behind her: Hikawa directed a skeptical glance at him before leaving the classroom.
"Dekao – kun. You wouldn't even impress your little brother." Meiru dully told him without bothering to turn.
Dekao felt a shiver go down his spine and began to sweat.
"Hmpf. I don't need any telepathic power to know what you're doing behind me. The window's reflection tells me everything."
Dekao got the message, so he quickly ran out of the classroom.
"Let's move our feet." Netto shrugged.
The rest of the group departed and headed towards the ground floor lockers: they changed their shoes and picked up their Link PETs from the chargers inside.
"Good afternoon, Aura – chan!"
"Felicia: you look animated."
Felicia seemed to be around her Operator's height at a first glance.
Her helmet was colored olive green and it had a sapphire set into its forehead which glowed differently depending on the light's angle: the helmet included a cobalt blue matrix over its surface.
Her eyes were cobalt blue as well and two twin tails of blondish hair came out from behind her head.
Her bodysuit's main color was cobalt blue instead and her emblem was the same one as in the PET.
Her shoulders were anatomically correct and had ruby plating over them while her arms and elbow were colored in a mix of blue and white decorated with emerald square dots.
Her forearms were colored orange and had eight thin pink circles circling along their length.
Her legs used a mix of blue and yellow and contained diamond-shaped brown dots scattered at random.
The boots had been painted using orange color and had zigzag patterns which vertically spanned the height of them.
"Hiya, Nelaus! What's up?"
"Huff. A LOT. Wait till I tell you, Isaac."
Isaac, Nelaus' Navi, was about a meter and eighty tall.
His face was young and looked like a guy on his teens: his eyes' irises were purple and they had a hint of amusement to them.
His helmet had a central ruby jewel over the forehead shaped like a cross having four triangle ends: eight lines radiated from the central of it and spread across its surface.
The helmet's main color was navy blue.
The helmet was also filled with small round and random green dots.
His ear-pads had a white edge and a reddish central body: the Alphabet "I" letter colored purple had been printed there.
His neck had a piece of armor shaped like the Alphabet "V" protecting its base before the start of the chest: it had a cyan edge which split it into two halves the insides of which were colored yellow.
His shoulders were slightly curved square pieces with brown edges, a central silver matrix and five bronze paws forming out of the southern edge which weren't even 5cm long.
His main body color was blue and a central thin purple line spread from the neck's base until his waist, being interrupted by his chest emblem which had the same design as that of his ear-pads.
Some small jade-colored pieces made of two triangles aiming in opposite directions fused at their base were set in columns along the sides of his upper body: none of them were taller than 2cm.
His waist had a belt with three converging rectangular stripes of white edges and black body: they fused in a diamond having a gray body plus a repetition of his Navi emblem on its center.
His arms had purplish DNA imprints painted over their surface.
His forearm armor had a magenta matrix on them while his wrists were colored in a bronze color.
His hands were blue in color too and they had a circle with a white edge the insides of which depicted the Katana "I" colored purple: some "stars" were drawn at random over the background of the symbol.
His legs had some round dots set along their height which contained a drawing: the edge was brown, the core of it was purple and eight slightly curved lines painted red stretched from the core: the gaps between each one were colored blue.
The knees contained a circling bracelet colored mahogany and having those two fused triangles on the front colored golden.
The boots were colored purple and had an eight-pointed sapphire set on the inward side just below the ankle: eight thin indigo lines spread from each spook of the sapphire and across the boot.
Overall he was very cool and looked advanced.
"Well. Supervisor Mitanomoto is a jerk." Nelaus rolled his eyes.
"Oh. I overheard his Navi talking with the gym teacher's, Andomoto's, Navi… They were discussing over a Mahjong game." Isaac told him.
"What a bunch of Mahjong addicts." Netto complained.
"We ought to make 'em play mouse-n'-cat instead!" A heavy voice announced.
"Sigma. That joke of the "Purin" was lame."
"Mwah, hah, hah…"
A Navi projected from Netto's Link PET.
He was colored jet black and a red spheroid could be seen set on his chest area.
This spheroid seemed to be missing the armor over its mass.
His face had two red eyes and one shone brighter than the other: two horns, one of which was almost erased, were set on both sides of his head and added a "demonic" look to him.
Green data flows moved around his body and he held a massive black and green sword in his right hand which was easily over a meter tall.
Overall, he seemed to be tall and imposing.
"You don't learn." A new voice joined the conversation.
"Did ya say somethin'? Bloody~ Shadowy~?"
"Quit the nickname. I'm Blood Shadow. End of the tale."
"Mwah, hah, hah… The "End", the Cobra Unit sniper, came~… It's about to reach the end!"
"Huff."
Blood Shadow was about a meter and sixty in height or maybe closer to a meter and seventy: his main color of choice was red.
He sported black shades: a flock of messy reddish hair came out from behind the helmet given how it only covered the face and the front of the head: his ear-pads had two purple "V" letters drawn inside of them.
His armor had the purple letters "BS" engraved on the chest area while his legs were colored black and had two red stripes running down the legs' sides in a parallel manner.
His right forearm was covered by a device colored red coupled with a piece of it which was colored transparent red: a small indentation near the wrist had the same "BS" initials engraved there: and, where the hand would be, a large double-barreled shotgun emerged instead.
"No wonder you look so tired, Blood."
"Having to deal with this guy's pranks…" Netto rolled his eyes.
"Mwah, hah, hah…"
"Ah! Isaac – kun! There you are." Felicia grinned at him.
"Good afternoon, Felicia – chan."
"Guts, guts! What do we do, Dekao?" Guts Man asked him.
"I wish I knew." Dekao rolled his eyes.
"Use your brains." Yaito told him.
Glyde was hardly muffling his laughter over his Operator's comment.
"Don't pick up fights." Roll told him.
"Guts! Guts Man will follow Roll – chan's advice! Guts!" Guts Man blushed.
"Mind ya: ya look like a gorilla." Sigma told him.
"Guts… The world is so cruel… Guts…" Guts Man hung his head down and sounded depressed.
Glyde kept on trying to muffle his laughter without too much success.
"Let's scram."
"There goes good ol' Blood Shadow for ye lads!"
"You picked up that pirate dialect, huh?" Blood Shadow sighed.
"It sounds cool!" Sigma laughed.
"Hey! Wait for me!" Hikawa requested as he caught up to them.
"Tooru – kun forgot his textbook, desu." Ice Man announced.
"Please, Ice Man! Don't babble it around." Hikawa rolled his eyes.
The students exited the building into the street and soon picked separate ways although Nelaus walked home along with Netto and Saito.
"We're on Wednesday. If nothing big is announced for the next two days then we can go heat up at the HQ on Saturday." Nelaus suggested.
"Yeah. We really need to heat up." Netto nodded in agreement.
"Remember that we must make sure nothing is big falls upon us on either Monday or Tuesday." Saito warned.
Nelaus waved good-bye at them once they reached the street where the Hikari house was at before he picked another path back to his home: he unlocked it and stepped in.
"Ah… It feels good to be able to properly stretch. And now I feel like another man." Nelaus commented to Isaac.
"Thanks to the "operation" you discovered traits of you which had been hidden."
"Heh. Yeah. Too bad, ex-senpai. But if you thought I'd drown in that anguish then that ain't possible anymore. Go storm Korriban with Legion 64 and see if you find Darth Krayt there."
"He hasn't shown his hide around since a month ago… He's gotta be working on the FOD data, I'd say… Hmmm…"
16:53 PM (Japan Time)…
"…Boss? Do we have any news?"
"We don't. And this worries me."
Two persons were talking inside of a room which was shaped like a dome: the ground had the general form of the Hikari emblem although the straight line and the pyramid-like bases were placed at the north and south ends instead of being in the north-west and south-east ends like in Netto's bandana.
There were two half-hexagon spots which had been built such that the ground was thirty centimeters lower and covered in a grid-like material to allow for air to flow across it.
The corridor was only wide enough for one person to walk through and it had a small hole from which a rail originated around the middle point of it: it extended forward until it reached the spot where the man's armchair (which had a purple Alphabet "V" drawn behind it) was at.
A closed hatch could be seen set on the ceiling directly above this middle spot.
The far end had a control console a group of 3 LCD screens set in a curved manner over the console: the room had some circular LED lights (like the ones in traffic lights) set on the walls forming figures.
There was a black armchair set on the rail in front of the consoles.
"Huff."
"I know, Omega, I know…"
Omega, a Net Navi, was about one meter and eighty tall.
He had a red vest over his mainly black body and red armor over his forearms and boots: two golden circlets were set around his forearms and on his boots as well.
A blue jewel shaped like an inverted triangle was set on the forehead of his helmet which was emitting a cross-shaped flash.
His eyes' irises were blue and they displayed calm and concentration while long blond hair came out from behind him and reached all the way to the floor.
"So? Do we have anything on Melbourne, Boss?"
"Nothing. The guy must've come up with a disguise and must be hijacking Wi-Fi access points at random to send and receive data."
His interlocutor was sitting in the armchair.
He looked on his mid – twenties, had messy jet black hair and red eye irises.
He wore a grayish armor made of several plates joined together of an unknown material and two swords sheaths were attached to his black belt.
His arms and legs were also covered in plating and he had boots and gloves of the same material.
A purple ragged, stained and torn cape hung from the back of the shoulders and reached all the way to the floor.
"And besides… We don't know who "Oracle" is, what does "P. W." stand for and who the heck was behind the FOD solo Navis apart from Twilight."
"It's something worrying."
"The information supplied by Tafeux is too scarce as well. All points to southern Sharo near the border with Cream Land: but Cream Land would never organize such a thing taking into account their pacifist nature. Do you have any other idea we haven't already discussed over a dozen times, Omega?"
"No. I don't, Boss."
"Another point which worries me is where the heck that "Shadow Devil" weapon came out from. It looked like it was there for field testing."
"In short: we're stuck."
"In essence and for all intents and purposes…"
"Why would they want the combat data, anyway? If they wanted to program new Net Navis to learn our tactics and counter them then we can always come up with new ones. We're missing something. It looks like Twilight didn't learn the lesson we taught Atomic Network." Omega grumbled as well.
"Both the Council of Armies and the Justice Council are running some investigations around there… But we can't get a hold of any evidence. We don't know why one of the FOD murdered one informer Dark Miyabi personally knew, either. Tafeux was never told about it." The man nervously tapped the armchair's right armrest with his fingers.
"… I'm going to see Zero. Maybe he's noticed something." Omega announced.
"Do as you like." The man made a dismissing gesture.
Omega turned around and walked towards the southern end of the room where there was a small rectangular platform with walls which reached to the height of the waist: the platform began to descend an inclined shaft once he stepped into it.
Where will at this lead us to? Omega wondered.
"…infinite and finite sin and struggle and battling and conflict and…"
"DRAGON HELL! ANGER GOD: DESCEND!"
"Ua~h!"
"Dragon… I dunno why the only thing which seems to scare you is that "Anger God" thing we improvised out of the blue… I guess you take myths too literally and your banners are not better… Not to mention your own weird random cooking… I'm glad I don't have to eat." Omega rolled his eyes and sighed.
"GHRKZGHAKT!" The "Boss" yelled something undecipherable.
"We don't need Martian V09.01…"
"Damn you! Twilight! Stick out your ugly hide! I want to crush you!"
20:18 PM (Japan Time)…
"… Ready?"
"Ready."
Two persons were standing inside of a badly-lightened alleyway: they looked about to break into a building's back door.
One could be about a meter and seventy-five in height but his age was around his early 20s.
He had messy silver hair which spread slightly backwards and formed some spikes: his eyes' irises were blue.
His clothes consisted on a navy blue overcoat which had a central silver button about the waist: the coat then opened to expose his legs although it covered the rear of them.
He wore a black shirt beneath the overcoat plus black fingerless gloves on his hands: he also sported black jeans and sneakers.
The right shoulder contained blackish armor with an orange-colored edge and a silver button right over it which seemed to help it be gripped to the shoulder: three circles were then drawn on his right sleeve before a triangular piece of armor expanded over the hand: its main body was black too and it had orange edges.
His PET was colored silver and brown and had an emblem: it was a perfect golden-colored cross which was drawn inside of a silver circle having a brownish edge.
"OK. I, Leo, will go first: you, Ryuuto, go second. The Analog Snatcher & the Cyber Snatcher! Heh, heh, heh!"
"Jeez. There's no need for nicknames."
The second man looked around a bit younger than "Leo" by one or two years and shorter by about 4 to 5 centimeters.
He had unkempt reddish hair and brown eye irises which currently depicted seriousness.
He sported a golden-colored sleeveless vest which was open and he had a black t-shirt underneath it: he also wore blue jeans with a modern-looking double-row belt.
He had an arm strap for a Link PET on his right arm: the Link PET was colored in camouflage colors.
Its emblem was a skull colored black and with blue eyes set against a silver background.
The first man drew a pyramid-shaped energy saber colored blue while the second man drew a Beretta M92F re-designed to hold tranquilizer bullets.
"I cut. You cover me."
"Roger."
The first man silently cut a small rectangular hole on the door's frame and pushed the cut off section inside: he was able to remove the lock and open the door by putting his hand inside.
"Go!" Both announced in a hushed tone.
They ran up the stairs of the dusty and abandoned building until they reached the topmost floor where there was a door which had been left ajar: a feeble light was flickering inside of it.
"Nobody move!" The first man shouted as he kicked the door open.
"You're cornered!"
To their surprise, they only found mannequins inside dressed with Sharo army uniforms, caps included, sitting in chairs around a wooden table which only contained a gas lamp.
"Damn! The tip – off was a fake!" The first man growled.
"Whoever is behind this mess sure is a smart fox." The second man grumbled.
"I checked the Cyber World, Charles. There's nothing on it."
"Huff. Next time around let's use the Monolith to warp in."
A Navi projected from the first man's Link PET.
His body suit was colored in a deep brown color and he appealed as being about a meter and eighty tall in height.
His eyes' irises were chestnut brown and his face seemed to be shaped after a man on his early 20s: he currently displayed some annoyance which they didn't bother to conceal.
His helmet's color was red and so were his boots and forearms: the helmet had the kanji for "seigi" or "justice" written in a golden coloring vertically across his forehead's height.
The Navi seemed to wear a vest over his chest armor colored silver and having bronze edges: the vest also had the Alphabet character "D" colored golden set on each side of its body.
His arms contained four thin brownish stripes running down the north, south, west and east side of them until they drew four circles around the wrist: his forearms had extra armor over it colored in a grayish color plus a small red dome inside of each palm.
The legs' length had been designed to include a network of patterns interconnected by some nodes which were reminiscent of human nerves: the boots' front edge was shaped like a triangle and so was the heel: they apparently served as close-quarters combat weapons.
"It's more deserted than the Arizona deserts, Martin!" A second Navi projected from the second man's Link PET.
He wore a Mexican-style hat over his brown dust – colored helmet which also had some random blue and black dots scattered around it: his eyes' irises were brown.
His main body was colored navy blue and he had an open blackish vest over the torso: he exhibited a Sheriff's star on the right side of his torso.
His shoulders were anatomically correct and they had brass plating.
The arms' length and the elbows were colored brown too and his forearms were green with two orange circling bands on them.
His wrists had metallic bracelets on them.
He sported a black leather belt with two Colt revolvers on it along with bullets on his waist.
His legs were also colored brown but he had jeans over them which ended at the start of his boots.
The boots were colored black: they had blue and brown dots across them.
"Charlie~ Team. You know normal humans can't use that program."
"I was kidding, Dave~… Ask Hal to provide some popcorn."
"That's how it is, then. What do you think of it, Lander?"
"Seen from the front street… It'd look like these were real persons having a secret conference in Okinawa: but it was a total setup."
"And t'is proves that this ain't the work of some vulgar jackals."
"We're not gonna find out anything here and it's getting late. Let's scram: I wonder how Laika will react when I tell him this." Charles smirked.
"You and your jokes…" Martin directed a skeptical glance at him.
"So! Cyber Snatcher! Did you win your rematch against Deathgold?"
"Jeez. Of course I did. Mt. Battle too. And the Orre Coliseum: now that was a hard challenge!" He sighed and rolled his eyes.
"No wonder. Let's go Erro Muesiloc. Shadow Man's Ninja Idiom Mirroring Spell got Engaged at the Cost of 500 LP per Standby Phase."
"Jeez. Don't mix in Duel Monsters next. You pulled "Obelisk" on Ijuuin when we firstly met in November and then you used "Exodia" to scare the heck off Count Elec… Then "Dark Necrofear" was used to spook Higure Yamitarou along with the "Ouija Board"…"
"Yessir. Here's a cultured Cyber Snatcher for all Excellencies to regard, you'll see!"
"I'm off: this has been a wasted evening, anyway."
19:22 PM (Berlin Time)…
"… Hum. I think that this year around the director has more experience so the opera will be better…"
"Oh my. Isn't it Herr Kount Serbauf?"
"My. Young von Schneider. It's been a while."
"I am honored that you remembered me, sir. If memory serves we last met 2 years ago, sir."
Two men were speaking in the corridor of the Berlin Opera House in front of a VIP Box entrance.
One of them looked on his late fifties or early sixties and roughly one meter and eighty centimeters tall if not a bit taller.
He had grey hair along with an equally gray moustache while his eyes' irises were brown.
He wore a black tuxedo, pants and brown leather shoes.
"I was in good terms with your father, Young von Schneider."
"Truly, sir."
Schneider, his interlocutor, was on his mid-twenties and could be over a meter and eighty tall.
He had purplish-like hair which was neatly washed and combed and his eyes' irises were blue.
He was clean shaven and did have a fair young appearance to him.
He wore a gallant purple suit with white cuffs and sported white shoes.
"You also like Der Ring des Nibelungen?" Kount Serbauf asked.
"Truly. Ah. Act III is about to start."
Both men headed to their seats and looked on as the familiar music of the Walkürenritt began to play…
21:12 PM (Berlin Time)…
Heh…
Schneider, sitting four seats to the left of Kount Serbauf, had his eyes closed and had seemingly enjoying the opera: he was inwardly chuckling, even.
Heh, heh, heh…
He directed a suspicious glance at Kount Serbauf and his eyes shone with a strange lust on them.
The true game begins once the tree has grown enough. It is time to harvest its fruits.
He joined the round of clapping as it finished and the customers began to leave: he and Kount Serbauf began to chat.
"By the way. Young von Schneider… What has become of your honorable father? I had heard he was not into good health." Kount Serbauf commented with him.
"Alas. That is so true, Herr Kount. He has had a heart attack and now is bedridden. He will take long to recover." Schneider let out a sigh of sadness.
"I do hope he recovers. He is a man of much culture, and has contributed a lot in making donations to our libraries to keep our history alive." Kount Serbauf commented.
"That is very true, Herr Kount. If you shall excuse me, I shall depart towards my residence." Schneider made a gallant bow.
"May fortune smile on you, young man." Kount Serbauf told him as he patted his back.
"Dankechen." He politely replied.
Schneider walked out of the opera house and climbed into a black limo with a coat of arms: it was a golden hawk along with two swords and the word "SCHNEIDER INC." written on the bottom of its body.
"Back to my mansion…"
"Roger, sir."
Kount Serbauf was picked up by a limo bearing the name "SERBAUF ELECTRONICS INC." instead.
"Good luck, Herr Kount… The game's begun."
Schneider took out a cell phone from his chest pocket and turned it on while he was being driven to his family residence.
"Hmmm… I have a missed call. Let us answer it." He muttered to his own while lifting an eyebrow in intrigue.
He redialed the number and waited while the connection was being made by glancing at the expressway the limousine was circulating along.
"Hello? Herr Präsident?" A man's voice asked.
"That is me." Schneider replied.
"Ah. I had tried to reach you, but it would seem like you were not available." The man replied with a foreign-sounding German accent.
"I was at the State Opera House. I assume you are calling to know about when we can move out to field testing of P. W.'s Phase 1 fruits." Schneider replied: he obviously knew the purpose of the call.
"You have read me, Herr Präsident." The foreign man admitted.
"This weekend could be a golden opportunity. The Gobi Desert is practically deserted around this time of the year… And since the R&D department got some extra hands then the interfaces and all were completed in a breeze… I said February a few weeks ago but most of them are ready to roll…" Schneider trailed off in purpose.
"Good. Any accidental witnesses will be deal with. We can always cover it up by pretending to be a Top-Secret branch of the Choina military and it'd work. Excellent, Herr Präsident. We shall speak again."
Truly, Herr General… A game's begun… Who will win? Heh, heh, heh…!