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Trumpets blared in his mind and left a scar in his memory. He was two days removed from the funeral of Johannes Schiffer. Schiffer was a fair boss, a born leader and a great asset to Ballhausplatz. Everything any corporation could desire from management. Johannes was more to him than all of those traits. Johannes was a friend. A childhood friend, Johannes was the kind of friend who stood up to bullies for you, bought you lunch when you lost your wallet or in this case, even gave you a job offer when you couldn't find a job. Not that he wasn't qualified but Johannes seemed to take care of him his entire life. Therefore his death wasn't just a tragedy but a development in his own character. He would take the his old friend's position, something that even made himself feel guilty. It was not that he couldn't lead like Johannes did. He was captain of his football team. Johannes didn't appreciate football, and much rather preferred athletics. Who needed to score goals, when Johannes knew he could outrun everyone on that field. Or so that was Johannes' logic. Lost in the memory of his best friend he was startled when the telephone rang.
"Hello?"
"Philipp Krahn?"
"Speaking."
"You have an envelope at the front desk."
"Thank you... um, by chance did you call my secretary?"
"Yes, no one answered."
"Thank you, I'll be down to pick it up in a minute."​
He hung up the phone and stood up making his way to the elevator. As he expected his secretary wasn't at her desk as he passed a few offices and weaved his way through a few hallways to the elevator. He pressed the button and whistled a tune as the elevator quickly arrived to his floor. With a quiet beep the elevator doors opened and out appeared his secretary, Miss Anja Rosenthal. She looked as lovely as usual and smiled at him as she walked out of the elevator. His facial expression quickly ended her smile. He broke the silence as he held the door open. "Where have you been?" he asked. She wasn't confident in her response, "I-I-I, I've been getting lunch. Remember, I asked you if I could... um, take an earlier lunch today." Philipp wanted to ask why, but that seemed like prying. Honestly he had forgotten that he had even let her go out early. His own displeasure with her led to his own crass retort, "Well isn't it late now?" Her face turned a bright red and her knees felt weak. She bit her lip holding onto her hand purse quite tightly. She didn't know what to say. He noticed how uncomfortable she looked quite easily and he checked his watch. Honestly speaking it was only seven minutes past twelve. While nobody appreciated a late arrival in Tyskreich he felt bad about making an issue of it. Philipp apologized quickly, "I'm sorry... I-I've had a rough week." She sighed in relief, "I know, this has been a tough week for all of us. I can only imagine how its been for yourself." He nodded, "If you could get me a cup of coffee I'd be grateful... and again, sorry." She smiled, "Absolutely." as she walked back to her office with a grin. Philipp turned into the elevator and pressed the ground level button.

Ballhausplatz 3 only had four floors, so often taking the elevator seemed lazy, but honestly the stairs were placed in inconvenient locations. It was rare for anyone to take them. The elevator would open directly in-front of reception. Again a quiet bell rang as the doors opened and he stepped out and walked over to the reception desk where a young woman sat. "Um, Hello...? Uh, I've been called down to collect a package." The desk receptionist smiled and asked, "Name?"
"Uh, my name is Philipp Krahn."
"Ah, yes. Sign here."
He signed the document and she handed over the large envelope. Sent via Volkspost der Tyskreich the envelope was black and white and roughly the size of a large piece of notebook paper. As he walked over to the elevator he looked at who it came from.
Johannes Schiffer
Hennes-Weisweiler-Allee 1
41179 Mönchengladbach​
Was this some kind of sick joke? No, there couldn't a reason for that. He didn't think he had any enemies. It must be some kind of message from him post-mortem or something. The elevator doors opening again he patiently waited to get back to his office. First floor, second floor, third floor... the doors opened and he walked at a brisk pace back to his office passing a few offices he heard a voice, "Mr. Krahn, I left you a cup of coffee on your desk." He stopped in mid-step and turned back to Anja's office. "Thank you Anja, you can just call me Philipp." and he turned back on his route. Her bright smile returned in her response, "You're welcome Philipp!" He sat back down at his desk again and got himself situated, closing his Apfelsine notebook computer and opening the envelope. It was written quite plainly in Tysk Norsk. This was odd because the only time they ever spoke in Tysk Norsk was when they didn't want others to know what exactly they were talking about.
"Philipp, if you are reading this then I'm already dead..."​
Philipp looked at the date that the letter was written. September 1st, 2010 exactly three days before Johannes' death. A knock on his open door broke his concentration. "I'm sorry, I'm busy come back later." He spoke without even looking at who it was. A young man stood at the door who looked bright and quite professional in his suit and tie. This was quite contrary to the simple tie-less maroon button down shirt and jeans that Philipp wore. "I'm quite sorry to interrupt," the man at the door continued, "...but we have a meeting on the latest from the former Germanic Freedom State." Philipp looked up at him and sighed. "Alright, thank you Jens." Philipp stuffed the letter into his rucksack and added his laptop into the bag as well. Getting up from his desk he nodded towards Jens, who looked a bit stuck up on himself. Jens continued to wait at the door despite Philipp's body language. Philipp hurried, grabbed his leather jacket and walked out of his office closing the door behind him. Accompanying Jens to the conference room, Miss Rosenthal could be seen far behind in the hallway trailing them discreetly.
 
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