The night was starless - the crescent moon danced through cloud cover every now and again as the ample ambient electric light suffocated any straggling twinkling in the sky. The throbbing hum of a generator reverberated through the alleyway as an otherwise unremarkable man leaned up against the sheet metal siding looked skyward before glancing back down to his phone, idly. He knew that he wasn't going to be able to see anything, but couldn't quite break himself of the habit - he always enjoyed the more remote postings and training, when he could gaze up at the sea of stars without the light pollution drowning it all out. Besides, he liked being able to navigate by them - gave him some small sense of comfort. Still, habit indulged, his attention returned to arranging falling bricks into perfectly aligned columns on his mobile for a little while longer.
It didn't take him long to notice the presence of another man. Dark-skinned and well-built, another person might have been a little intimidated by such a person approaching, but Bernhard showed no signs of being perturbed - or that he knew the other person existed, seemingly immersed in his little game, leaving the other fellow to introduce himself in a faltering tone, asking for his assistance. Bernhard looked upwards from his phone and at directly at the newcomer's face. Though framed differently without the prim and proper army dress uniform from the dossier, the visage he looked into was unmistakably the same. He responded lazily, informing his counterpart that they had closed up shop for the night half an hour ago. In return, he received a well-rehearsed sob story about how their supplies had gone bad through an unfortunate accident and the necessity for something new before the end of the night. His German is still too good for a refugee, thought Bernhard wordlessly, before appearing to sympathize, pulling a set of keys from his belt to unlock the back door. Still, he mentioned, he would hate to have to pull someone back to the shop after hours, but that he might need help moving things in the refrigeration unit - and that he shouldn't technically be doing this, but he'd hate for someone to go hungry. After all, that was the point of being an aid worker, right?
And so the dark-skinned man followed him in as he slid the door to the refrigeration unit open before closing it behind him. The walls around it were by necessity thicker, and each could see each other's breaths. But the cold wouldn't bother either of these trained professionals of the Öffentlichesicherheitsgruppe or ÖSG - Geisenfried's internal security police service. The faltering, unsteady voice of the "refugee" turned into the dedicated and dutiful voice of a soldier, as the undercover agent delivered his intelligence report. Bernhard was the more veteran of the pair - but for this particular operation, going undercover as an aid worker was unlikely to be enough to discover all potential pockets of unrest. And for that, they'd need Geisens of Banijan descent to go even further as fellow refugees, which is how Jakob had been recruited out of the army for this particular undercover role. For now, the situation seemed steady, but far too many of the refugees had held onto strong political allegiances from the Banijan homeland - and given the instability of the situation, without a watchful eye, the potential for some troublesome internal discord was all too obvious. Still, at the moment, as Jakob left Bernhard and the center with a bag full of frozen meat, it seemed there was very little they could do but watch and wait...
95X 2 - 1 Geisenfried
Mallard (27'), Thiessen (41'), Ajax (80')
Ryan Chimneys - 57'
David Depoorter
