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Germany 22:36 - 18th September, 1940.
Being the last man to leave the office, Hans closed it up. he turned the lights off, locked up the doors and made his way out. His long, black coat floated in the wind as he carried a briefcase with gloved hands. He kept his Officer's hat on, hiding his face as he walked down the cold street. He looked across, under the street lamp to see an unfamiliar figure. Hans stared with a dark gaze, trying to figure out who could possibly be lurking around the Offices at this time. Not many people stayed on the policed streets. Hans could hear the sirens of the cars, the secret police taking down the remaining rebels of the Nazi world.
Deciding to investigate, Hans carefully stepped towards the man. He could tell the male was tall, toned male, with dark hair. He looked like he could be a loyal soldier, or a trouble maker. Hans hoped for the former.
"Hello? I do believe many people's curfew is up." Hans asked, squinting at the man. His voice was a soft, friendly tone, making his intimidating appearance feel less intimidating. The man held his briefcase in front of him, his dark eyes scanning the male for potential threat.
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