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Eiffelland

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23 October 2019
Trier, Eiffelland-Retalia

Bastian Holzbrenner looked around him. He was in an abandoned and stripped office building from the 1960s, together with a lot of people. They had squatted the building. He was here together with the far-left group he was a member of about ten years ago. But this was not a democratic Eiffelland-Retalia. This was a dictatorship. And Bastian and his friends were fighting against it.
Everybody was talking. The building was crowded. The sound of talking people was everywhere. Everybody felt that the police was on its way, and everybody was determined to stand his ground. It was time for revolution.
“Come, let’s barricade the entrance,” somebody said. Bastian and his friends walked down the stairs. The elevators didn’t work.
Then he realised that he had to go to work at the
Staatsschutz the next day, and he hadn’t told anyone where he was. Not even Christoph. Furthermore, because of his leg problem, he wasn’t allowed to do this kind of work. He wasn’t allowed to carry items which were heavier than five kilograms, and he was definitely not allowed to fight. How had he landed here?

Bastian woke up. He was lying in his bed, naked, spooning his boyfriend Christoph. He realised that he had dreamt. About his friends from 10 years ago. About the far-left group he was a member of 10 years ago. People he lost contact with during his revalidation eight years ago. He hadn’t thought about them for years. And suddenly he dreamt about them. Why?
He turned around and grabbed his Nichsdorf Lumin smartphone to check the time. 3:36. The alarm clock function would go off in four hours. They needed to go to class today; Bastian at the Universität der Stadt Trier, where he studied informatics, and Christoph at the Technische Universität Trier, where he studied electronics to become an engineer in electronics.
Bastian got out of bed, went to the toilet, returned to the bedroom after a few minutes, crouched into bed, and started to spoon Christoph again. After a quarter of an hour, he fell asleep.
 

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“I was 10 years old when the Fischer‑Bienenhof‑Gruppe committed its first assault,” retiring secret agent Kasper Hoffmann said during his goodbye speech on his last working day as USD officer. “Or like they called themselves, the Rote Befreiungarmee. It started with a fire-raising in a Raimer factory on 22 April 1970. Then a cascade of bank robberies, bomb assaults and murders followed, until Andreas Fischer, Ulrike Bienenhof, Casper Helsling, Max Basper, Horst Müller and Carl Meines were arrested on 18 March 1972.”

Seventeen days ago, Kasper Hoffmann turned 60, the age at which soldiers, police officers and secret agents retire in Eiffelland-Retalia. During his military service, he was noticed by some officials from the military secret service. Hoffmann had always been part of the department for far left extremism of the Staatsschutz, nowadays the Unionssicherheitsdienst (USD).

“All of them were sentenced to life imprisonment. But like you all know, that wasn’t the end of the story …”


8 April 1976
Trier, Eiffelland


The Jungfernheide is a forest in the Northwest of Trier. It used to be a hunting area for the Royal Family of Eiffelland, until in the beginning of the 1900s the southeastern half was turned into a military exercise terrain. In 1952, the army decided to abandon the area, after which the city council decided to turn it into a business district. Construction works started in 1955, and the first skyscraper was finished in 1962. More and more followed. In 1976, twothirds of the Jungfernheide had been turned into skyscrapers. The northwestern third remained a forest or park.
It was in this area, Geschäftsviertel Tegel, or shortly Tegel, where the Fuger Bank had its headquarters. Also the Eiffellandian stock exchange had its headquarters there, as well as many Eiffellandian banks. Oscar Fuger, head of the family behind the Fuger Bank and CEO of the Fuger Bank, phoned his driver Uwe Schwenke that he wanted to go home. Then he put his coat on, took his attache case, left his office, and took the elevator to the basement of the office building, where the parking garage was situated.
In the basement, Schwenke held the right back door open while he got in. One minute later, the car left the garage.

The normal routine was, that Schwenke would drive to the Fuger family villa in Zehlendorf, where he lived himself as well, together with his wife, who was the cook of the family. The route was an easy one: First the A111, then the A100 (the Trierer Innenring), then over the A115 to the the exit Pelasgische Allee, and then about 3 km to Fuger’s house. But not today. Soon after they left the office building, they were forced off the road. Schwenke was shot. Fuger was dragged out of his car and forced into another car. The kidnappers spurted away, leaving Schwenke and Fuger’s car behind.

Four days later, the minister of economic affairs was kidnapped.

OOC: A lot of the first part of this story line describes events that took place in the past. Please look carefully at the dates in the posts when you intend to write a news article to prevent that you describe events from 40 years ago as today’s news ;)

ANOTHER OOC: I changed 16 April 1976 into 8 April 1976, because 16 April 1976 was Good Friday.
 
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“It lasted four days before the Neue Rote Befreiungsarmee announced itself. It claimed the responsibility for the disappearance of Oscar Fuger and the Minister of Economic Affairs, Dieter Kretschmar, and it stated its demand: The release of Andreas Fischer, Ulrike Bienenhof, Casper Helsling, Max Basper, Horst Müller and Carl Meines. It must have been a tough decision by the Chancellor of those days, Ansgar Mettmann, but he didn’t intend to give in. That was not told to the kidnappers though. The contacts with the kidnappers were kept. Signs of life from Oscar Fuger and Dieter Kretschmar were asked and given. Meanwhile, a team from the Staatsschutz was trying to find out where Fuger and Kögler were kept hostage,” Kasper Hoffmann told.


18 April 1976
Trier, Eiffelland


Easter is usually a big issue in Eiffelland, but Easter 1976 was celebrated under the shadow of the kidnappings. The government didn’t celebrate Easter at all. Chancellor Mettmann and the Ministers of Justice and Internal Affairs were discussing intensively with the generals and the heads of the police and the Staatsschutz about the next steps. The Staatsschutz had captured a trace leading to the kidnappers’ whereabouts, but now it had to report that the body of its informant had been found. Meanwhile, a package with a finger in it had been found as well. According to the accompanying letter, it was one of the fingers of Minister Kretschmar.


20 April 1976
Trier, Eiffelland


The 11:30 plane Trier‑Dulwich from Luftfahrt Eiffelland taxied to the runway and positioned itself for the start. As per the applicable standard operating procedure, the pilots applied a rolling start: They first took the brakes off, then let the plane roll forward softly, and then pushed the throttles forward. The plane gently took off and took the route to Dulwich.
As soon as the seat belts lights were switched off and the copilot announced that everybody could open the cabin luggage boxes above their heads again, several people stood up to do so. Four people walked to the pantry in the back of the plane and started to talk to one of the stewardesses. She opened one of the cabinets. It contained four shotguns.
Seconds later, they entered the cabin again. “All back on your seats! This is a hijacking! Back on your seats! Now!”
When one of the hijackers noticed that one of the toilets was locked, he pounded on the door. “Hey! You! Get out! Back on your seat!”
The man inside was the Trierer businessman Dieter Kögler. He was on his way to Dulwich to close a deal. Unaware of the fact that there was a hijacking going on, he growled: “Was sind das für Töne? Ich komme raus wenn ich fertig bin!” (What are you screaming there? I get out when I’m ready!)
Komm raus, oder ich schiesse, du Wichser!” the hijacker screamed. (Get out or I shoot, you jerk!)
Schiessen? Du bist ja blöd! Du wartest anständig, du Schreihals!” Kögler said. (Shooting? What a rubbish! Be a good boy and wait, you squaller!)
Then the hijacker kicked the door open, and shot Kögler.

Meanwhile, also the pilots and the flight engineer had understood that there was a hijacking going on. The pilot sent out the hijacking code. At that moment, the plane was flying above the Reman Sea.
The flight engineer, who had already witnessed a hijacking once, turned a couple of buttons.
Diese Wichser die können mich mal!” he growled. (Those jerks can lick my ass!)
Soon after that, one of the engines started to misfire, and then fell out.
Herr Hirschfeld, was haben Sie gemacht?” the pilot asked frightened. (Mr. Hirschfeld, what did you do?)
At that moment, one of the hijackers entered. “Dies ist eine Entführung! Ändere den Kurs zu Kaschtan!” (This is a hijacking! Change the course to Kashtan!)
Ich muss sowieso den Kurs ändern, denn einer der Motoren ist ausgefallen,” The piliot said. “Übrigens haben Petits-Pays und Friuli den Luftraum für uns geschlossen. Ich muss umkehren.
Zurück nach Eiffelland?” thee hijacker asked. (Back to Eiffelland?)
Eiffelland schaffen wir sowieso nicht. Ich hoffe, wir erreichen Tibur,” the pilot said.
Erledige das,” the hijacker said. “Und ich warne dich, ich spreche Engellisch, also besprich keine komischen Sachen mit den Retaliern. Du weisst was ich meine.” (Arrange it. And I warn you, I speak Engellish, so don’t discuss any strange things with the Retalians. You know what I mean.)


OOC: I don’t know how the safety measures were in the 1970s, but I do have the impression that it was possible to smuggle guns into a plane, given the plane hi-jackings of those days.
 
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Tibur, Retalia


Pilot Von Luckenwalde didn’t know exactly what Hirschfeld had done. He wasn’t sure that what seemed to be an engine problem was really an engine problem, so he made sure that the tires of the front wheel would blast during the landing. Now the plane was standing at a far-away spot of the Aeroporto di Tibur.
One of the hi-jackers contacted the control tower: “We are members of the Neue Rote Befreiungsarmee. Our comrades have kidnapped Minister Kretschmar and Mr. Fuger in Eiffelland. Our demands are the following: 1. The release of Andreas Fischer, Ulrike Bienenhof, Casper Helsling, Max Basper, Horst Müller and Carl Meines. 2. The repair of the broken engine and the broken nose wheel. 3. Fuel so that we can fly to Kashtan. 4. Food and water for us and the passengers. The governments of Eiffelland and Retalia have 8 hours to comply with these demands. From then onwards, we will kill a passenger every hour.”
Then another hi-jacker opened the door to throw Kögler’s body out of the plane.


31 October 2019
Trier, Eiffelland-Retalia


“There was a vehement discussion within the cabinet on how to proceed. Chancellor Mettmann didn’t want to give in to the demands of the Neue Rote Befreiungsarmee, despite the fact that Kretschmar was a prominent member of his own CDV. Other ministers wanted to give in. With the smallest majority possible, the cabinet decided to try to rescue the hostages. The plan was to do as much as possible to gain time, while a team from the RSK would fly to Tibur. In order to not raise suspicions, the RSK-team flew to Tibur in a civilian plane,” Kasper Hoffmann told.
“Just before the deadline would pass, the control tower of Tibur Airport gave the message to the hi‑jackers that their demands would be met. Two teams of mechanics went to the plane; one team to replace the front tyre, and the other team to repair the engine. The mechanics working on the engine told the hi-jackers that the complete engine had to be replaced, and that RRF, which was still called Dassau at that time, would need at least a day to send in the new engine. In fact, the engine wasn’t that seriously broken, but the mechanics had received some instructions. Meanwhile, night had fallen.”


21 April 1976
Tibur, Retalia
04:10


Flugzeug gesichert!” the lieutenant leading the platoon said to the captain supervising the action.
The captain thanked the lieutenant, and then announced that the plane was safe. Ambulances drove to the plane to take care of wounded passengers.
The balance of the action was the following. All hi-jackers were dead. Two passengers and one soldier had lost their lives as well; furthermore, two passengers and two soldiers were wounded.


21 April 1976
Sonderhaftanstalt Kleinbeeren
Kleinbeeren, Eiffelland
07:00


Kleinbeeren is a very small hamlet near Trier. It is located inside the Trierer Ring, the large motorway surrounding Trier. The hamlet is situated along a road with one lane per direction, and it consists of ten farms, a bus stop and Eiffelland’s most heavily fortified prison. This prison is meant for terrorists, persons who are likely to escape (for instance high persons in organised crime), extremely violent persons and persons serving life imprisonment. It is close to impossible to escape from this prison.
This was also the prison where Andreas Fischer, Ulrike Bienenhof, Casper Helsling, Max Basper, Horst Müller and Carl Meines were serving their punishments. At least until 21 April 1976. What exactly happened, is still under discussion, because not everybody believes the official story. Fact is, that the guard taking breakfast to them discovered their corpses, hanging from the bars in front of the windows. The official story was that the members of the Rote Befreiungsarmee hanged themselves on their bed sheets.


31 October 2019
Trier, Eiffelland-Retalia


“Everybody thought that that was the end, but it wasn’t, as you know. In the 1980s, there was a new wave of assaults, this time by the Dritte Rote Befreiungsarmee,” Kasper Hoffmann told. “That was my first case. I’m still proud of the fact that I managed to catch Frank Bienenhof. Indeed, family of Ulrike. In fact his twin brother. I even have the feeling that he was involved in the Neue Rote Befreiungsarmee, but we couldn’t prove that. In any case, he is still serving life imprisonment, and with him five others. Must be cosy in Kleinbeeren, with the far lefts and the far rights in the same prison,” Kaspar Hoffmann said.


OOC: RSK = Regiment Spezialkräfte, the special forces.
 

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23:00


The hi-jacking of the plane was terminated successfully by the RSK back in 1976. All hi-jackers were shot. Less successful was the action against the kidnappers of Kretschmar and Fuger. They escaped, leaving the corpses of the minister, the banker and their drivers behind. At least, initially they escaped. Later on, some of them were arrested. But not all. Three of them managed to stay out of the hands of the police. They grounded the Dritte Rote Befreiungsarmee, and escaped again. From the 1970s onwards, they kept themselves alive with bank robberies, jewellery robberies, money transport robberies, valuable transport robberies and museum burglaries. The USD knew that. Kaspar Hoffmann knew that. The fact that he never managed to capture the people who set up the Dritte Rote Befreiungsarmee was something he considered the failure of his career. But he didn’t tell that part of his story.

Herzogenrode is famous for its large abbey, because it is the place where the Pope of the Tiburan Catholic Church resides. Despite its current function, however, the town never became really large. The municipality has 11,000 inhabitants, of which 8000 live in the town. The remaining 3000 people live in villages, hamlets and individual farms and houses spread over the large area of the community. About 1/3 of the municipality belongs to the Abbey. Much of this area is farmland that is farmed out, often from generation to generation. The remainder consists of the abbey itself, as well as a herbs garden, an orchard and a garden with berry shrubs maintained by the monks. Furthermore, the abbey sells honey harvested from the bees living on the abbey properties.
The remainder of the municipality consists of the town Herzogenrode, farmland and forests. In the 19 century and the first half of the 20th century, the rich families of Warnemünde discovered the forests around Herzogenrode and built holiday houses there. Later on, some of those holiday homes were sold to people who bought them as their main residences. That also happened to a house far away in the forest, reachable over a 1 km long winding sand road.
Former member of the Neue Rote Befreiungsarmee and the Dritte Rote Befreiungsarmee Reinhold Basper was living in that house. He lived there alone. Now he was 65 years old, but still in good health. He was still able to assault a money transport if needed. Or break into a museum. This evening, he had three guests. Two of them were Wilfried Helsling and Erich Bienenhof, the two other members of the Neue Rote Befreiungsarmee and the Dritte Rote Befreiungsarmee who managed to escape. The third guest was Former Chancellor Horst Jörgens. He was Chancellor of Eiffelland from 2003 to 2010. He was a member of the SPE, but in his heart he was too radical for a sociodemocrat. His source of inspiration was Volkskanzler Grasser, who was creating a society in Ostmark that met Jörgenss ideals.
After having been fired by King Albrecht in 2010, Jörgens disappeared. He was declared dead in 2017, to be precise seven years after he was reported missing. Being a school friend of Reinhold Basper, he had the right contacts to disappear. Basper arranged a false Elbener passport, and Jörgens left the country. He tried to defect to Kadikistan, but failed. Instead, he travelled through Hymiar and Gallo‑Germania to end up in Ostmark. He was there in 2018, when Grasser grabbed the power. Full of Grasserist ideals, he contacted Basper and returned to Eiffelland-Retalia.
Meanwhile, Basper had created the Vierte Rote Befreiungsarmee. Like the first three ones, it was by far not enough for a revolution, at least not for a fast one. It was enough to stir up the country, however. And that was what Basper planned to do. He also agreed with taking up Jörgens into the Vierte Rote Befreiungsarmee as the ideologist. Furthermore, Jörgens brought some important contacts with the Polesian mafia in.

Basper invited his old friends Helsling, Bienenhof and Jörgens not only to celebrate Christmas, but also to discuss the upcoming actions. As a start: A cascade of what Basper called “some additional new year’s firework”.


31 December 2019
Altburg, Eiffelland-Retalia
04:00


Residential quarters are generally very quiet at 4 in the morning. It is the moment of the night that most people sleep. Occasionally, a car, motorcycle, scooter or moped starts; those are the people who have to start up public transport at 5am. Occasionally, a light is switched on in a bedroom; those are the nurses who have to attend the morning shift at the hospital, which starts at 6am. Occasionally, somebody arrives at home after a night out, or after having worked in a pub. But those are only small interruptions of the quietness. So small that nobody notices them. So small that they don’t disrupt the serene quietness of a residential quarter at 4 in the morning.
It was also very quiet in the early morning of 31 December 2019 in the Mozartstraße in Altburg. Serenely quiet. The whole city was holding its breath for the New Year’s Party, when all brakes would get loose. Also the Mozartstraße, a street in a quarter built in the beginning of the 1960s, with three-storey apartment buildings containing three-bedroom apartments. The moonless sky was cloudy. The only light that was seen, was the greyyellowish white light of the tubes in the street lamps, and the light of the occasional christmas decorations that people forgot to turn off when going to sleep.
But then, suddenly, a blast sounded in one of the apartment blocks. At the same time, the sound of windows cracking was heard. Footsteps, another blast. Then the sound of screaming voices, shots and fighting in one of the apartments. Then the for Eiffelland-Retalia usual two-tone sound of the sirens, blue flashlighs in the street and a few helicopters above the neighbourhood. The sirens stopped sounding, but the blue flashlights kept flashing. Then the word “Gesichert” was heard through the walkietalkies. Red-white bands with POLIZEIABSPERRUNG / SBARRAMENTO DELLA POLIZIA / LIGNE DE POLICE were spanned across the street. Then again some sirens, and five ambulances arrived. As soon as the helicopters confirmed that nobody was trying to escape over the roofs or through the gardens, the leader of the team gave the command to end the action.

The Abteilung Sondereinsätze (ASE) of the USD carried out actions like this in Losena, Köln and Bremen. Two groups, however, remained out of the hands of the USD. One of those would make itself known on the same day. The second group remained in the dark.


31 December 2019
Kaufhaus von Germanien, Wittenbergplatz
Trier, Eiffelland-Retalia
14:00


The Kaufhaus von Germanien (shortly called “KaVoGe”) is Trier’s most luxurious department store, surely the most luxurious department store of the Kingdom of Eiffelland, and maybe even more luxurious than the most luxurious ones in Altburg. It is surely one of the largest department stores in the world. It was grounded in 1907; the grounder had the intention to “serve the spoiled demands of the upper ten thousand, the uppermost one thousand, the upperuppermost five hundred“. From the 1920s onwards, it has an enormous delicacy department. It has also a restaurant at the top floor. It is located at the Wittenbergplatz in the city distict Schöneberg.
Of course the KaVoGe has a jewellery department as well. It was this jewellery department who received a young customer today. He was looking for an engagement ring, because he wanted to propose to his girlfriend. After five minutes, he said that he hadn’t found what he was looking for, and walked away. But the saleswoman hadn’t seen that he had left his bag behind. The explosion took her by surprise.


31 December 2019
USD Headquarters
Trier, Eiffelland-Retalia
20:00


“So these are the images of the security cameras in the jewellery department of the KaVoGe,” USD-Hauptkommissar Ingo Kurzenberg said. He was from the department of counterterrorism of the USD. He was leading the investigations, but of course it could be that he would have to make use of other departments. “Now look here. This guy here walks away, and then the explosion takes place. But there is something I noticed. Could you roll back to the point that he walks to the desk?”
Bastian Holzbrenner did.
“Now look here,” Kurzenberg said. “He is carrying a bag. But he walked away without a bag. Roll forward, then you see it.”
Bastian did.
“Now you see him walk away,” Kurzenberg said. “Without a bag. This is our man. Could you enlarge the images so that we see his face clearer?”
“Of course. One moment,” Bastian said. He rolled the movie back until he had a clear picture of the face. Then he enlarged the image. And frightened up. As a result, he didn’t hear Kurzenberg thank him and ask him to pull the image through the images database for a comparison with known people. Bastian realised with a shock that he knew the guy on the picture.

“Herr Holzbrenner?” Kurzenberg asked sharply.
Bastian frightened up again. “Sorry,” he said.
“Is there something wrong?” Kurzenberg asked.
“I know this guy,” Bastian said. “This is an old friend of mine. Jonas Barsano.”


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Kurzenberg immediately issued orders to visit the family of Jonas Barsano. Then he started to talk to Bastian again.
“How do you know this Jonas Barsano?” Kurzenberg asked.
“He came in my hockey team when I was 10,” Bastian told. “Later on, we appeared to agree on a lot of topics. I was quite leftwing in those days, especially antiracist and antifascist. In those days, the GEL was very active. It organised a lot of protest marches, and there was quite a lot of violence against Jews, migrants and gays. Jonas, I and ten other guys decided to act up. We went to protest gatherings of the GEL to disturb them. Those disturbance actions were mainly carried out by anarchists and far left organisations. We never joined such organisations though; the twelve of us were a far left group in itself. We agreed with the antifascist ideas, but not with the other ideas.”
“And they let you into the Staatsschutz with such a past?” Kurzenberg asked. He used the name of the old Eiffellandian secret service, partly as a mistake, partly because it was the Staatsschutz and not the USD which recruited Bastian.
“I underwent the usual investigational procedures, and maybe even more. Mr Strauss already knew quite a lot about me when he recruited me,” Bastian said. “Furthermore, I am not a member of that scene any more. The last time I saw Jonas Barsano and the other ten, is about eight years ago. I drifted away from them.”
“Hhmmm … You say that your group consisted of ten more people. Do you remember their names?” Kurzenberg asked.
“Yes, I do,” Bastian said. “Lorenz Jörgens, Steffan Severin, Jupp Hancker, Sepp Fleischer, Roland Basper, Karl Helsling, Fritz Graf, Patrick Vetter, Arik Blumenthal and Erich Honseck.”
“Basper? Helsling? Are they related to Max Basper and Casper Helsling?” Kurzenberg asked.
“I don’t know. I never made the link, and Roland and Karl never talked about Max Basper or Casper Helsling,” Bastian said.
“Lorenz Jörgens, is that family from Former Chancellor Horst Jörgens?” Kurzenberg asked.
“He is the youngest son of the Former Chancellor,” Bastian said.
“OK. We are going to follow those ten up as well. I will also call Strauss,” Kurzenberg said.

After his call with Strauss, Kurzenberg was nicer to Bastian.

“Mr. Holzbrenner, thank you very much. You have been a great help. You saved us several hours, maybe days, of searching through the pictures we have in the computer. There is not much you can do at the moment though. I’d say go home. However, I have to tell you that you won’t be able to celebrate too much tonight. I need you here again tomorrow morning at ten,” Kurzenberg said.

Because he didn’t want to use too much time to go home tonight, Bastian had taken the car today. He had expected that he would have left his work two hours earlier than he did though. Now he walked to the 17 year old silver grey DW Mistral IV he shared with Christoph, thinking about Jonas Barsano. The idea that his former friend had committed a terrorist assault bothered him very much. One of his childhood friends. What had become of this group of friends from his teenager time?

It is always possible to locate a mobile phone over the GSM network. This also applies to smartphones. In this way, police forces can always track somebody down. In Eiffelland-Retalia, however, the police forces are only allowed to do so after approval by a judge based on a suspicion. Without that approval, the network providers cannot grant access to the network. That approval was immediately given for Jonas Barsano’s mobile phone. But it could not be traced. The battery either had been taken out or was empty.

There was not enough suspicion against the remaining ten members of Bastian’s old friends group, so classical research work was needed to find them. Six of them still lived in Trier; the other four had moved to other cities to study something that was not taught in Trier. All ten were called on their mobile phones. Unfortunately, it was New Year’s Eve. It was not easy to contact them all. Steffan Severin was on a holiday abroad with his parents and sister. Arik Blumenthal was contacted at a party, together with Jupp Hancker. Sepp Fleischer, who studied in Köln, didn’t answer his phone. The phones of Patrick Vetter, Roland Basper, Karl Helsling, Fritz Graf and Erich Honseck didn’t ring at all.

Lorenz Jörgens appeared to have been reported missing a montha ago. “Just like his father,” Kurzenberg commented on that.
“Just like his father?!” USD-Direktor Thorsten Mirkovitsch said. “Verdammt noch mal, that man showed up in Ostmark last year! I read a report about that.”
“Were they sure that they saw Horst Jörgens?” Kurzenberg asked.
“Not completely of course, but they said 80% sure,” Mirkovitsch said.
“Did they take pictures?” Kurzenberg asked.
“Yes, they did. Those pictures were pulled through our database. That increased the probability that it was Jörgens to 90%,” Mirkovitsch said.
“Where is he now?” Kurzenberg asked.
“We don’t know where he is now, but he is not in Ostmark any more,” Mirkovitsch said.
“Could it be that he was recruited by the Grasser regime?” Kurzenberg asked.
“We have no evidence for that, nor anything that suggests that he could have been. Maybe he was involved in it, but then from a distance. In any case, he was happy with the revolution,” Mirkovitsch said.
“Wow, who would have expected that from the petty-bourgeois and pedantic Horst Jörgens,” Kurzenberg said.
“Well, he may be a bit less petty-bourgeois than he seemed. And probably also more leftwing than we originally thought,” Mirkovitsch said.


23:30

An EKW E4 rushed over the three-lane Mehringdamm to an address in Trier-Kreuzberg. The people in the car were USD-Hauptkommissar Ingo Kurzenberg and USD-Kommissar Markus Hoffmann. They had crossed half the city. Jonas Barsano seemed to have vanished. His parents didn’t know where he was, but gave his girlfriend’s address. His girlfriend was not at home, but Kurzenberg and Hoffmann had found out where she was: At a party in Kreuzberg.
The EKW made a U-turn on the Lufthafenplatz (called this way, because the main building of the former airport Trier-Tempelhof bordered this place), drove a few hundred meters back, and turned into one of the side streets of the Mehringdamm. The car halted. Kurzenberg and Hoffmann stepped out. It was not really difficult to get inside the building where the party was held. They had a picture of Jonas’s girlfriend on their mobile phones, and managed to find her quite soon. Strange enough, they saw Jonas with her as well. Was it boldness or plain stupidity that the guy showed up at a party after having committed a terrorist assault? Jonas clearly enjoyed the kiss he was exchanging with his girlfriend. Kurzenberg and Hoffmann decided not to call an ASE-team but act themselves. Getting Jonas out of here by means of an ASE-action would have led to a very messy situation. They followed Jonas and his girlfriend to the toilets.
“I have something against taking your girlfriend to a toilet and fucking her there,” Kurzenberg whispered.
“Well, when a guy of that age is horny, he isn’t pretentious about the location, especially not in this scene,” Hoffmann whispered. “And the girls here aren’t pretentious about the location, either.”
“Can we get him out of here without anybody noticing it?” Kurzenberg whispered.
“Yes, we can. We take the emergency exit,” Hoffmann whispered while pointing at a door.
The noise of two people making love had already sounded clearly through the toilets, but now the screams of Jonas’s girlfriend and the groans of Jonas became really loud. People were coming to the toilet to find out where the screaming came from.
Scheisse,” Kurzenberg whispered. “The people are noticing us.” Then the door was opened. Jonas came out first, holding hands with his girlfriend.
“Hey, you two, are you cops?” somebody shouted. Jonas immediately ran to the emergency exit. Kurzenberg and Hoffmann ran after him. Jonas opened the door and ran outside. Kurzenberg and Hoffmann ran after him, but lost him.
Scheisse,” Kurzenberg said.
Großfahndung?” Hoffmann asked.
Then they heard the sound of a motorcycle. They ran to where the sound came from, but the motorcycle was away.
Mist!” Kurzenberg said angrily. “Mist! Mist! Mist!!!
At that moment, the New Year’s fireworks sounded over the city.
“In any case, happy new year,” Hoffmann said.
“Thanks. You too,” Kurzenberg said.


1 January 2020
Oranienburg, near Trier, Eiffelland
01:00


Mist! You said that it would take the USD at least a day to find out that it was me in the KaVoGe, but they are already after me since before the year change,” Jonas Barsano shouted at Lorenz Jörgens. After having fled from Kurzenberg and Hoffmann, he had sped to his hiding place in Oranienburg.
Lorenz thought for a moment. Then he said: “Believe me, even if they already have your picture in their system, they can’t have found you there so fast, unless they have really fast computers. The only reason why they found you so soon, is that they have somebody in their team who knows you.“
Fickscheisse,” Jonas shouted. Then he started to think. “I don’t know anybody who works for the USD, or the police. I don’t know of anybody that I met in the past that he worked for the USD or the police, either. Who in Heaven’s name can it be who knows me and works for the government?”
“Who are the people you lost contact with in the last couple of years?” Lorenz asked.
Jonas started to name them all. That more or less led to memorising things and talking about events of years ago.
“Do you remember when we travelled through the whole country to disturb far right demos?” Jonas asked.
“Of course I do. Mann, das waren mal Zeiten,” Lorenz said. Man, those were the days.
“Do you remember that nymphomaniac nurse in Bastian’s hospital? Mann, die hat gequitscht, das war die Nummer ihres Lebens, wir haben’s ihr richtig besorgt,” Jonas said. Man, she yelled, that was the bang of her life, we really did it to her.
“Where did Steffan, Jupp, Sepp, Patrick, Arik and Bastian go to?” Lorenz asked.
“Well, Bastian left the group while he was revalidating. He also had a relationship with that Von Weizenburg kid, Christoph,” Jonas said.
“Indeed, the Von Weizenburg story. The man got life imprisonment, and his fortune was seized,” Lorenz said. But then his face became thoughtful. “Now that I’m thinking of it … There are some rumours about Christoph von Weizenburg. Bastian was beaten up because of his relationship with Christoph, but rumours go that Christoph’s role in the Von Weizenburg story was larger than just being the good son of the bad guy, that he also acted as a mole for the Staatsschutz.”
“Really!” Jonas said.
“Yes,” Lorenz said.
“What is he currently doing?” Jonas asked.
“I don’t know. Probably studying,” Lorenz said.
“Could he be the one who tipped about me?” Jonas asked.
“It could be, but he is not my first suspect. He may have seen you once, maybe twice, maybe three times. And that eight years ago. We have to think of somebody who spent a lot of time with you, and therefore still remembers you after a couple of years. Let’s check all the people you mentioned first, and of course Bastian, Arik, Sepp, Jupp, Steffan and Patrick. You never know,” Lorenz said.
“Would they really betray me after all we went through?” Jonas asked.
“At least Arik explicitly stated that he didn’t want to be part of our group any more. The contacts to the other five blew over. In Bastian’s case because he wasn’t physically able any more to do the tough jobs, but the other four had different reasons,” Lorenz said. “Anyway, I am going to check all six out, and I will do that first.”


1 January 2020
Trier-Prenzlauer Berg, Eiffelland
02:00


“Sorry, Christoph, but I have to go,” Bastian said. He had already told that he had to work the next day because of the terrorist attack. He hadn’t told that one of his old friends was involved, however. And he was still thinking about that. Christoph had noticed that, and asked about it. Bastian had said that he couldn’t talk about it: “Sorry, Staatsgeheimnis.”
Bastian went home, brushed his teeth, undressed and went to bed.


1 January 2020
Trier-Prenzlauer Berg, Eiffelland
08:00


Bastian’s mobile phone rang. He woke up and got out of bed. Christoph hadn’t returned home yet, but Bastian didn’t wonder about that. It was New Year’s Day; Trier celebrated until late in the morning.
Bastian made coffee and breakfast for himself, took a shower, brushed his teeth, left the apartment and took the lift downstairs.


1 January 2020
USD Headquarters
Trier, Eiffelland-Retalia
16:00


“OK, we managed to contact Patrick Vetter in Köln. We can strike him off the list. Like the other four we managed to contact, he indicated that he has no contact with the other people in the group any more,” Hoffmann said.
“What about Lorenz Jörgens, Roland Basper, Karl Helsling, Fritz Graf and Erich Honseck?” Kurzenberg asked.
“Still dead telephones. We interrogated their relatives and friends, and also their girlfriends. As you all know, Lorenz Jörgens went missing on 29 November last year. The other four were last seen by the end of last week, like Jonas Barsano. We received pictures of all six missing guys. They are currently loaded into the computer and compared with our database. Also with the recordings we made during the raids in Bremen, Köln, Altburg and Losena,” Hoffmann said. “Holzbrenner is currently checking the internet for communication about the attacks. He already found some interesting things.”


1 January 2020
Trier-Prenzlauer Berg, Eiffelland
21:00


Bastian parked the car in the parking garage where they had a subscription for long-term parking. Then he walked to the apartment building, opened the door and went to the 5th floor, where he lived with Christoph. He had already seen on the street that the lights were on, so Christoph was awake. New Years Day was always a calm day in Eiffelland. Even quieter than Sundays, the other classical Day After Partying. Christoph would probably have slept until far in the afternoon.
Bastian opened the door. Christoph came out of the living room, embraced him and kissed him on the lips.
“Hi Schätzchen, shall I help you with cooking dinner?” Bastian asked.
“Well, first I would like to have an aperitive,” Christoph smiled.
“An aperitive! What were you thinking of?” Bastian asked.
“Well … You,” Christoph smiled while starting to kiss Bastian, who answered the kiss. While keeping the embracing, they walked to the bedroom, took each other’s clothes off and started to make love.
 
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1963-1973
Offenburg, Eiffelland


Offenburg is a quiet city with 100,000 inhabitants in the province Obereiffel, 40 kilometers southeast from Rottweil. It is situated in a hilly landscape with much farmland. It does not really have a nightlife; there are some pubs, there are some clubs, there is a cinema, but there is no theatre and no concert hall. On Saturday night, Offenburg is quiet. Maybe because of the lack of a university or another kind of institution for higher education. Offenburg is the school example of a province town.
The rock ’n Roll from the 1950s passed Offenburg almost completely, at least from the outside. The parents and the schools prohibited it. Families generally had only one radio, and that stood in the living room; the parents determined what was played. The same to the pick-up and the bandrecorder: It stood in the living room, and the parents determined what was played. Only in the very late 1950s, the portable transistor radio came into reach of adolescents and young adults. But as soon as they played rock ‘n roll too loudly, their parents ran up the stairs and forbade the music. The children obeyed, or listened to the music at low volume.

This is where Reinhold Basper and Horst Jörgens grew up in the 1950s and the beginning of the 1960s.

Reinhold was a son of the GP of a village 10 km away from Offenburg; Horst was a son of a high municipal official. They didn’t know each other, until 2 September 1963, the first school day of the school year 1963‑1964. The same period as when the Beatles started to conquer the world from the Northern Constituent Republics. Horst and Reinhold were assigned to the same class. During their first year at secondary school, they became friends. On their 14th birthdays in 1965, Reinhold and Horst got portable transistor radios. They listened much to it, together when they were together.
Then there was this day in November 1966 that determined their lives. They picked up a radio broadcaster which played a great mixture of the new music of that time. But in-between the music, it spread a far-left message of revolt. It was an illegal sender of the KPE, but Horst and Reinhold didn’t know that. They did hear the message of revolt, as two fourteen year old adolescents in third grade secondary school. Six months later, they would become the first ones in Offenburg to say “no” when they were forbidden to listen to modern music. The result was, that their parents seized their radios. They got them back, but only when they promised not to listen to modern music any more. From then onwards, they listened to it in secret.
In the summer of 1967, Horst and Reinhold were hiking with a group from their class, and met a group of hippies who had gathered together around a hikers lodge. They walked further to the next lodge, but during the evening Horst and Reinhold went back to the hippies. Also that was a determining night. Horst and Reinhold already secretly had very leftwing ideas, but those ideas were hardened during that night. Horst and Reinhold also blowed for the first time, and lost their virginities with two of the women in the hippie group.
In September 1967, they were the first ones to come to school in jeans and say “no” when the vice principal ordered them to go home and change clothes. They were barred from the lessons on that day, and the vice-principal called their mothers, who came to school with acceptable trousers. Horst and Reinhold also said “no” to their mothers, and were taken home. In the evening, their fathers made clear what their thoughts about their sons’ behaviour earlier that day was, and forbade them to see each other again. The next day, they came to school in acceptable clothes. But they continued to see each other, although in secret. They seduced girls together, drank together, put batteries in their radios and seated themselves in covered bus stops to listen to this illegal radio broadcaster.
The next confrontation with their parents took place when they refused to go to Church on Sunday morning. Whatever their parents said and did, they couldn’t make Horst and Reinhold go to Mass.
But then, in November 1967, Reinhold was caught making love to the wife of one of the deputy headmasters and Horst was caught making love to the wife of one of the teachers. They were expelled from school, and their fathers sent them to boarding schools from the Tiburan Catholic Church that were infamous for their extremely strict regime and had been grounded to discipline rebellious elite children. The methods of those schools were harsh, extremely harsh, and focused at breaking the scholars’ own will at all costs. Horst and Reinhold were sent to different schools. They would hate their parents for this decision from now on.
Focused on leaving these schools as soon as possible, they studied hard and obtained their Abiturs with very good notes in 1970. After military service, they decided to study at a university as far away from their parents as possible. They saw each other back in Bremen in 1973.

6 January 2020
Trier, Eiffelland-Retalia


Mensch, I’ve already kicked you out of all the population registrations in the country, why do you try it again in Trier?” Bastian asked to nobody in person. He was sitting at his desk in the information technology department of the Unionssicherheitsdienst. His job here was among others to protect the internet in Eiffelland-Retalia against hacking attacks from outside, but sometimes he himself hacked as well. Furthermore, he also cracked passwords of mobile phones and computers that had been seized as evidence in ciminal cases, and he had access to the picture database.
Last weekend, he had discovered that people were trying to inform themselves on the internet about his whereabouts. And not only about his whereabouts, also about the whereabouts of Patrick Vetter, Arik Blumenthal, Sepp Fleischer, Jupp Hancker and Steffan Severin. Bastian understood very well that they were the five from his far left group that had been reached, so he could not eliminate the possibility that the fact that they used to be part of that group was the reason for this attempt to get information on them.
But who was this person? For whom did he work? For an obscure far right group? Bastian didn’t trust it. He started a program to get the whereabouts of this hacker, and sent a message to him: “Was willst du in sämtlichen Standesämtern von Eiffelland-Retalien / What do you want in all the public administrations of Eiffelland-Retalia?”

As soon as Lorenz Jörgens saw this message on his screen, he cursed and closed the connection.
 
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Eiffelland

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21 April 1976
Sonderhaftanstalt Kleinbeeren
Kleinbeeren, Eiffelland
08:00

Sepp Kornstängl originated from the Harz, the northernmost province of Eiffelland, and was born there in 1950. Like many people from those days, he never travelled far when he was a child. Never further than the closest‑by city, 15 km away from his home‑village. Traveling was expensive, so only necessary travels were performed, for instance for things you could not buy in your home‑village.
In 1968, Sepp Kornstängl was called for society service. He served two years and two months in the army as an infanterist, and performed civil service for ten months in the park sevice of Innsbruck.
Sepp was the third son of the farmer. In order to prevent fragmentation of the land belonging to the farm, resulting in too small farms to economicly survive, it was common practice in Eiffelland and Retalia that the oldest surviving son inherited the farm. The second surviving son would become priest or monk. The next sons would have to find their ways themselves, but were not left alone completely blank; they received a lump sum of money or a monthly allowance for a couple of years when they left the family, so that they could establish themselves. The size of this lump sum of money or monthly allowance depended on the number of sons it had to be divided over, and the economic status of the farm. Similar constructions existed for other professions.
Those next sons ended up everywhere. They could become unskilled workers, soldiers, sailors, bailiffs, sheriffs etc. Many contributed to the formation of the cities during the second half of the middle ages. Some went to university, when the lump sum or monthly allowance was high enough and the young man was intelligent enough. Some others married daughters of farmers without sons and became farmers themselves, or did the same to marry into a guilded skill in the cities. In the 19th century, when industrialisation started, factory worker also became a possible job for next sons.
Sepp Kornstängl chose for a career in the police. When he would have been born ten years earlier, he would have gone to the Hauptschule (the lowest level of secondary education in Eiffelland) by default because of his descendance. But in 1962, the fact that his notes were good enough for the Realschule (the second‑highest level of secondary education in Eiffelland) was of more value than his descendance, so young Sepp went to the Realschule. And with that diploma, he could go straight to the police academy, which meant that he didn’t have to do society service. So in 1970, he started his first job as a prison guard in one of the youth prisons in Villach.
In August 1972, after a failed love‑affair in Villach, he went on a holiday trip through Eiffelland with some friends. While going out in Trier, he met a nice girl who worked as a secretary. One week later, he met this girl again on the beach in Bad Hersfeld. Heavily in love, he decided to meet the girl more often. During the weekends, he traveled to Trier or she traveled to Villach. Meanwhile the salaries had increased more than the inflation percentage, so traveling had become a luxury that more people could afford. Furthermore, Sepp’s salary was enough to afford a second‑hand basic Pelasgian car, so driving to Trier was easy to him. He proposed to the girl in 1974. Nine months later, they married in Trier.

In 1976, Sepp Kornstängl worked as a prison guard in the Sonderhaftanstalt Kleinbeeren. He had the night shift in the cell block of Andreas Fischer, Ulrike Bienenhof, Casper Helsling, Max Basper, Horst Müller and Carl Meines. He started his shift at 10 the night before. After the hand-over, he walked his first round. As per common practice, he walked a round every 2 hours. After his last round, around 4 in the morning, six people appeared before the glass plate in front of his office at the start of the cell block. They rang. Kornstängl came to the glass plate, looked at the men and activated the intercom.
“Good morning,” he said.
The man who was apparently in charge said “good morning” as well, introduced himself and the five other men, showed his Staatsschutz ID, and indicated that they wanted to inspect the prisoners. Kornstängl opened the door.
The man who was in charge thanked, and asked for the keys to the cells. Kornstängl gave them. Then the men entered the cell block. Ten minutes later, they came back, gave the keys to the cells back, thanked, greeted, and left.
At 6am, Kornstängl’s shift ended. He handed over to the persons of the next shift, and drove home. He had already heard over the radio that the plane in Tibur had been freed. When at home, he went straight to bed.

At ten to eight, a team from the local police entered the prison to start the investigations. But the Staatskriminalamt was already there.

Kriminalhauptkommissar Roger Witzlaff, SKA,” the leader of the SKA team introduced himself to the police inspector from the local police. “I’m awfully sorry that we didn’t notify you earlier, but we weren’t able to do so. We have to take over this case. This is a case of national interest; therefore, we have to do it.”

“So the SKA has to take over a case that is a simple suicide case at first sight. That can mean two things: Either there is evidence that a party we are not equipped to handle is involved, or the real story behind this all is not supposed to be found,” the police inspector said to his assistant.
“This is frustrating,” his assistant said.
“I totally agree, but there is nothing we can do,” the police inspector said.
“Well, there must be something. No matter what they did, if it is not a suicide, then somebody killed them, and then that somebody must be punished,” his assistant said.
“I totally agree with you, but like I said, there is nothing we can do. First of all, we haven’t been allowed access to the crime scene. We only know that six people are dead in their cells, but we haven’t seen them. We heard that they were hanging from the window bars, but that is everything we know. Furthermore, you know who these six people were. When such people die in a prison from an unnatural cause, there is a PR problem. So the government will try to hush this up as soon as possible, either by giving the evidence as soon as possible that these people committed suicide, or by finding a culprit that is not aligned with the government so that it can show that it also seeks for justice when terrorists are murdered,” the police inspector said.
“But what if it was really a government official? For instance the Staatsschutz?” the assistant asked.
“Then you and I will never find it out,” the inspector said. “Furthermore, even in this country, we will risk a transfer, or even worse, when we try to find the culprits for something that was committed because high officials believe it was done in the interest of the country. Let it rest. There is enough other work that we have to look at,” the police inspector said.

The local police left it all to the SKA, which presented the evidence that Andreas Fischer, Ulrike Bienenhof, Casper Helsling, Max Basper, Horst Müller and Carl Meines committed suicide in their cells a couple of days later. Sepp Kornstängl wasn’t asked any questions. He wondered about that later on, but realised that it was the SKA which had done the investigations, meaning that either the culprit was a very big entity or the culprit had to remain unknown. Then better to remain silent, especially when your wife is pregnant.


31 January 2020
Oranienburg, near Trier, Eiffelland-Retalia

Sepp Kornstängl only occasionally thought about the suicide of Andreas Fischer, Ulrike Bienenhof, Casper Helsling, Max Basper, Horst Müller and Carl Meines any more. He continued living, got some children, made a career, got some grandchildren, retired in 2010 and shifted his attention to his allotment garden. At least until the terrorist attack on Sylvester Day last year. Then he started to think about it more often.

Then he appeared to be the last person to be able to give information on the last night of Andreas Fischer, Ulrike Bienenhof, Casper Helsling, Max Basper, Horst Müller and Carl Meines. Roger Witzlaff was dead, most of his team was dead as well. The last living members of his team were too ill to give any information on the case. So Sepp Kornstängl emerged in the focus of the Vierte Rote Befreiungsarmee.

The next action of the Vierte Rote Befreiungsarmee would not be a terrorist attack. At least not before Ash Wednesday, i.e. 26 February. Carnival was not really an issue in Retalia, but if you didn’t want to turn an Eiffellandian into a lifetime enemy, you should not take Carnival, or Fastelovend (like it was called in Köln and Aachen), away, and not even spoil the athmosphere with a terrorist attack close before Carnival.

Instead …

The 16 years old Eva Mettmann was one of Kornstängl’s granddaughters. She attended a Realschule in Trier-Wedding, the city quarter where she lived. After the last hour at school, she cycled to her sidejob at a local supermarket. But she never got there.


2 February 2020
Trier, Eiffelland-Retalia

Sepp Kornstängl was shocked after the telephone call. He was told to step into the VAN in front of his apartment building if he wanted to see his granddaughter again. He informed his wife, left the apartment, took the lift downstairs, and left the apartment building. The side door of the VAN was shifted open, Kornstängl stepped in and he was blindfolded. The VAN drove away.

Two hours later, the VAN stopped in front of a shabby wooden house in a forest. Still blindfolded, Kornstängl was guided into the house. When his blind fold was taken off, he blinked a few times, and then he saw the room he was standing in. Two walls of the room were actually window frames. In one of those window frames, there were two doors that gave way to the garden. Although, garden … The house did not have a garden. Not even grass around it. People stepping outside through these doors stepped directly into the forest. There was not even a fence around the house.
“It is a great view,” a voice behind Kornstängl said. “Even I as a concrete kid enjoy it.”
The voice sounded like belonging to a man in his twenties.
“How is my granddaughter?” Kornstängl asked irritated. “I want to see her.”
The man walked around Kornstängl and positioned himself in front of him. He had an athletic body, was dressed in black and was wearing a forage cap. He was Jonas Barsano, but Kornstängl didn’t know.
Jonas signalled to one of the men who had brought Kornstängl in.
“Could you bring Sweet 16 here?” he asked.
Two minutes later, Kornstängl’s granddaughter was guided in, between two young men.
“Eva, how are you?” Kornstängl asked concerned.
“As you see, she is all right, our Sweet 16,” Jonas said. He walked to her, stroke with his finger along her face, and then with his hand along one of her breasts down to her waist.
“You have a very cute granddaughter, Kornstängl,” Jonas continued. “You probably want her back, correct? Then do the following. Everyone who is involved in the deaths of Andreas Fischer, Ulrike Bienenhof, Casper Helsling, Max Basper, Horst Müller and Carl Meines in whichever way, is either dead or demented. Except you. You are the last one who can confirm that Andreas Fischer, Ulrike Bienenhof, Casper Helsling, Max Basper, Horst Müller and Carl Meines were murdered. Or better said: Suicided. And that’s what you’re going to do.”
“Eh, what? Should I confess that I killed them? But I didn’t,” Kornstängl said.
Jonas walked to him, and positioned himself in front of Kornstängl. The two men were standing very close to each other. Jonas remained silent for a minute. Then he continued talking.
“I believe you,” he said. “But then tell what really happened. Andreas Fischer, Ulrike Bienenhof, Casper Helsling, Max Basper, Horst Müller and Carl Meines didn’t commit suicide; they were killed. But by whom? Tell us.”
“Actually, I don’t know what exactly happened,” Kornstängl said. “I had the nightshift in the cell block of Andreas Fischer, Ulrike Bienenhof, Casper Helsling, Max Basper, Horst Müller and Carl Meines in the night of their deaths. At 4 o’ clock in the morning, four men appeared before the door to the cell block. They were from the Staatsschutz, and wanted the keys to the cells. I gave them, and they went into the cells. Ten minutes later, they left. That is the only thing I know.”
Jonas set a step back to increase the distance between him and Kornstängl. “So it was the Staatsschutz who killed them,” he said.
“I don’t know. I didn’t see them doing so,” Kornstängl said.
“But let’s face it, that’s what happened. The authorities of the Kingdom of Eiffelland, who call themselves democratic, undemocraticly killed its dissidents. And that’s what you’re going to say on video.”
“What?” Kornstängl shouted.
“You are going to say on video that the Staatsschutz wanted access to the cells of Andreas Fischer, Ulrike Bienenhof, Casper Helsling, Max Basper, Horst Müller and Carl Meines at 4 o’ clock in the morning, and that you heard the Staatsschutz killing them,” Jonas said. He waited a few seconds, and then continued: “That, or we are going to really enjoy our little Sweet 16 and force you to watch, and after then we will kill you both in the most painful way possible, her first. And of course you will watch that too.”
Krreiz Krruzifix,” Kornstängl said after some moments. Then he remained silent for some more moments, before saying: “I’ll do it, if you release us afterwards.”

The video was recorded, and put on the internet. But then Jonas made the mistake to not suicide Kornstängl but instead to release him and his granddaughter. The kidnappers blindfolded them, put them into the VAN, drove around for a couple of hours and dropped them alive next to a bus stop in a small village. The bus driver who found them, notified the police. Kornstängl told about the video, and then Ferdinand Strauss and his team were at play. They managed to manipulate the search engines in such a way that the video was hardly found by anybody. From a certain moment onwards, it only circulated on the conspiracy theory internet fora. Computer specialist of the Vierte Rote Befreiungsarmee Lorenz Jörgens saw it happening, but could not do anything else but teeth-gnashingly watch it happening. Meanwhile, the preparations for the really big action started.

OOC: I added the last point to explain the silence between the beginning of February and now.
 
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