Hi readers ^^ It has been so long time since I last writed a fanfic, sorry for the inconvenience. My life is pretty messy right now, so I can't tell if I will make chapters weekly or monthly. I hope I don't have any incovenience and can write this fanfic for your content and mine tho of course ^^
~Someone's P.O.V.~
Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc. The persistent sound invaded. It was a cursed timing of sounds that distracted him. He didn't dispissed it thought, it was at least a distraction for not looking at his superiors, not that it was an important meeting anyway.
He hated it. Or at least this part of his job. The monotone meeting, a time when he sat in a chair for hours in the meeting table without talking. His superiors, wich he didn't liked or symphatise too much yelling and slamming their fist, a vague try of causing impression and bring an air of authority; which was misunderstood as an obvious annoying attitude.
The long, serious faces, lacking life and without grace coulb be seen across the grey room. Their presence all around the metal circunference. All of them wearing grey or beige coats, with their names written on a license, announcing their names, giving some sort of recognition. Even he had one of those minniature singboards, like a convenience store merchandise.
The name "Wilbert Grunwald" written across the paper confined in plastic material.
A 30 years fairly old german man. Brunnette with dark brown eyes, an active scientist graduated in bioengineery, working in the Zentraler Sanitätsdienst der Bundeswehr after his studies in the Heidelberg University. He had good job and a great status in his nation. He didn't lack beer and wurst, and was in a pretty good economic position. He had a wife and one son. His beloved woman, Clarisse Morgen, wich he meet in one of his voyages to France as a recognition spy, and as her last name meant, she was like a morning sun, always cheerish and happy, despite their multiple situations. His son, Ryley, name that his mother decided on, was a lively boy. He often would get annoyed of being called like that, so he adopted the name Ryder, as a more manly way to refer himself. Because of this, only his close family call him Ryley, to the point that he often thinks of Ryder as his true name.
The thoughts of love and unity, his warm Familie, memories flashing his mind, coming as fast as they left his conscience.
Until his thoughts were cutted off by his superior, the raspy, deep, and commanding voice echoing throught the room.
"Arzt, hörst du?"
"Jawohl, herr!"
I stood up, and looked with unamusement at all the participants in the conference. It was something I was obligued to do, the project wasn't even done. But of course to this morons that doesn't matter.
Instead of start explaining all the scientific aspects, I handled beige folders containing all of what they had to know.
The "Rüde-3477 Project" was in a big black ink title, a project that would finally settle the end to the Hitler Empire...
Also sorry for the ones who have been waiting. I'm in the planning board, so i can make many stories that can conclude in only one. sort of fanfiction books? anyway please enjoy! I'm a little exceptical about this chapter, so I don't know if this is a good start... ~FR519