Rheinbund
Established Nation
31 December 2020
Barqah, Eiffellandian Mandate Al-Magrab
23:30
An EKW E4 rushed over the three-lane Scheik Rachmahnboulevard to an address in one of Barqah’s older city quarters. The people in the car were RVS-Hauptkommissar Ingo Kurzenberg and RVS-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 the city quarter they were heading to.
The EKW made a U-turn on a big crossing, drove a few hundred meters back, and turned into one of the side streets of the Scheik Rachmahnboulevard. 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. They saw Jonas with her as well. 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.
Barqah, Eiffellandian Mandate Al-Magrab
23:30
An EKW E4 rushed over the three-lane Scheik Rachmahnboulevard to an address in one of Barqah’s older city quarters. The people in the car were RVS-Hauptkommissar Ingo Kurzenberg and RVS-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 the city quarter they were heading to.
The EKW made a U-turn on a big crossing, drove a few hundred meters back, and turned into one of the side streets of the Scheik Rachmahnboulevard. 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. They saw Jonas with her as well. 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.