Post by nirvash on Jan 10, 2010 23:45:33 GMT -5
It was a derelict warehouse on one of Side 6's less densely populated colonies where the man in black would find Richter Kreuz. It was a hidden Schutzstaffel safehouse and meeting ground, where the terrifying officers could safely hold prisoners, eliminate rebels, and relax in total secrecy.
Up the grassy hill the man climbed, yellowed with age and brown with overgrown weeds. He mounted the crest of the hill and set foot on the edge of a sea of cracked pavement, various grasses peeking through at the edges of the lot. He crossed the bleached tar, wooden soled shoes clicking against the rocky, pockmarked surface, and approached a door, rusted by repetitious rain, regularly administered against the surface which paint had been to peel and flake from long ago.
The man in black rolled the huge hatch aside and stood in the doorway, sunlight illuminating only a few feet of the pitch black chamber before him.
And then he spoke.
"Kreuz. We're pulling you off assignment."
Richter had been here for quite some time now-- no longer than a few days, but the lengthening effect boredom, disappointment, and lethargic rage tainted each second that ticked by while he waited here. The "safehouse" was far from what he had been lead to expect; a corner of the warehouse was dedicated to a living space, a row of bunks lined up against the wall, the toilet and shower next to them, while a few dingy couches and chairs, torn and stained, were arranged on an oily rug. There was one computer terminal here, assumably the only secured communications line in this entire colony. In another corner of the warehouse was a something that looked like a jail cell, but the floor was stained with something dark and Richter had no reason to examine it after his arrival.
The lighting had proven insufficient, and he had been trying to avoid remaining inside the depressing atmosphere that pervaded the metal structure, but trips into the colony's municipality proper had proven too risky to attempt more than once, and the risk extended to even hiding himself in the warehouse, as turning on any lights resulted in beams of light streaming out though rusty holes in the roof and walls.
Even now, Richter waited in total darkness in a show of placid contempt for the arriving agent. He sat low in a cushioned chair, legs extended before him, masked by the liquid blackness.
"Why."
"Riah... is no longer a subject of interest."
Don't lie to me. It never was. You just didn't trust me. But I've shown you what you wanted to see, now give me a real assigment.
The man tossed a luxurious black leather briefcase across the room, hitting the floor where the sunlight met the inky shadows. The case spun as it slid across the floor to Richter's chair, where the occupant stopped its motion with the toe of a well-polished shoe. Even if he was stuck on a backwater colony, he would still dress like a proper agent of Gihren's will.
"Your new orders will be in there. You'll be procuring your own transportation. Sieg Zeon."
With that, the man in black turned away, straightening his long overcoat before making the journey back to his car.
"One more thing, comrade."
The man waited for a response, but received only an invisible glare to the back of his head.
"Have you heard of Wu Jinyuan?"
"Yes."
"Are you aware he has been captured and a fully functional Gwazine class battleship is now in Earth Federal custody due to his strategical failures?"
"I've read the reports."
"The reports mentioned a new Federation machine spotted in the combat fleet. It's a curious machine. You might enjoy finding out more about it."
Richter continued staring at the man's tall, brown hair.
"Delivery completed, then. Back to business as usual for me. Remember our expectations, Kreuz."
The door rolled shut.
Up the grassy hill the man climbed, yellowed with age and brown with overgrown weeds. He mounted the crest of the hill and set foot on the edge of a sea of cracked pavement, various grasses peeking through at the edges of the lot. He crossed the bleached tar, wooden soled shoes clicking against the rocky, pockmarked surface, and approached a door, rusted by repetitious rain, regularly administered against the surface which paint had been to peel and flake from long ago.
The man in black rolled the huge hatch aside and stood in the doorway, sunlight illuminating only a few feet of the pitch black chamber before him.
And then he spoke.
"Kreuz. We're pulling you off assignment."
Richter had been here for quite some time now-- no longer than a few days, but the lengthening effect boredom, disappointment, and lethargic rage tainted each second that ticked by while he waited here. The "safehouse" was far from what he had been lead to expect; a corner of the warehouse was dedicated to a living space, a row of bunks lined up against the wall, the toilet and shower next to them, while a few dingy couches and chairs, torn and stained, were arranged on an oily rug. There was one computer terminal here, assumably the only secured communications line in this entire colony. In another corner of the warehouse was a something that looked like a jail cell, but the floor was stained with something dark and Richter had no reason to examine it after his arrival.
The lighting had proven insufficient, and he had been trying to avoid remaining inside the depressing atmosphere that pervaded the metal structure, but trips into the colony's municipality proper had proven too risky to attempt more than once, and the risk extended to even hiding himself in the warehouse, as turning on any lights resulted in beams of light streaming out though rusty holes in the roof and walls.
Even now, Richter waited in total darkness in a show of placid contempt for the arriving agent. He sat low in a cushioned chair, legs extended before him, masked by the liquid blackness.
"Why."
"Riah... is no longer a subject of interest."
Don't lie to me. It never was. You just didn't trust me. But I've shown you what you wanted to see, now give me a real assigment.
The man tossed a luxurious black leather briefcase across the room, hitting the floor where the sunlight met the inky shadows. The case spun as it slid across the floor to Richter's chair, where the occupant stopped its motion with the toe of a well-polished shoe. Even if he was stuck on a backwater colony, he would still dress like a proper agent of Gihren's will.
"Your new orders will be in there. You'll be procuring your own transportation. Sieg Zeon."
With that, the man in black turned away, straightening his long overcoat before making the journey back to his car.
"One more thing, comrade."
The man waited for a response, but received only an invisible glare to the back of his head.
"Have you heard of Wu Jinyuan?"
"Yes."
"Are you aware he has been captured and a fully functional Gwazine class battleship is now in Earth Federal custody due to his strategical failures?"
"I've read the reports."
"The reports mentioned a new Federation machine spotted in the combat fleet. It's a curious machine. You might enjoy finding out more about it."
Richter continued staring at the man's tall, brown hair.
"Delivery completed, then. Back to business as usual for me. Remember our expectations, Kreuz."
The door rolled shut.