The Traansval wrote:The Imperial Warglorian Empire wrote:
Landa Street Cafe, 1211 Landa Street, 6:00 PM
Trumann looked at his pocket watch, he was to meet someone here. Though he was pretty sure that this could be a trick to kill him, he still needed the support. He soon found a table in the top right hand corner of the walled of section, sitting down. Tell you the truth, Trumann hated this cafe. Any building named after a person for such barbaric deeds was bound to be horrible. "Waiter." Trumann called out. The waiter walked over to him. "Ja? What would you like to order?" The Waiter asked. "Black Coffee with two tablespoons of honey from a Maxtopian Bee Hive." Trumann replied
The waiter nodded, quickly writing down Herr Van Trumann's order and then going towards the double glass doors. On his way, he bumped into a wind chime, setting it off.
After the waiter had entered the building, a man dressed in the latest of Warglorian Fashion, a nicely fitting brown almost black suit with a matching bowler and leather shoes entered the small gated patio of the Landa Street Cafe. He stuffed a newspaper into his coat pocket, and turned with a surprised face towards Herr Van Trumann.
Warglorian Gentleman: Johann! Johann, its me, Jakob! I haven't seen you since Cadet School (OOC: I assume in Wargloria, Teens go to Cadet School instead of High School). Hey! Here are those Marks i owe you for our bet, who knew Frommer would actually get married!
The gentlemen reached into a pocket on his vest, and produced a wad of marks which he then handed to Trumann. A small white piece of paper stuck out of the middle of the wad.Play along, there are spies everywhere. Don't worry about the coffee, we own this place.
Jakob: Hey, would you like to come back to my place? Me and Hannah would love to have you over, we used to be the best of friends back in School, i'm sure she'd be THRILLED to see you again! Its just down the block here, i was actually going home when i saw you. What do you say?
"Very well Jakob, I don't have much else to do anyways." Trumann said, playing along. Meanwhile, on the other side of the street in an apartment room, a Gestapo Agent with a sniper rifle was looking through the scope onto Trumann. As Trumann started moving, the small walkie-talkie he had beside him cracked alive. "Franz, anything?" The man on the other side said. "Ja, the suspect is moving with a man in a brown suit and a brown bowler hat, should I take the shot?" Franz replied. "Negative, Landa wanted surveillance only." The man on the other side said.
Soon Trumann and 'Jakob' were walking down the street.