Post by Otto Wolff on Jul 4, 2009 12:25:35 GMT
Place: Berlin, Germany
Current Time: 09:00
Every day was a busy one at the Gestapo office and this day was no exception. The Gestapo was severely overworked and understaffed and it certainly showed on the halls of this building. The phones seemed to ring constantly and Gestapo officials, some in uniforms and some in plain clothes, were hurrying along the corridors on their various tasks. Otto was happy enough to have his own office with good sound-proofing. It was not for the sake of preventing the noises from outside of his office from invading his privacy, but to keep others from hearing what was being said inside.
Otto's office itself was very moderately and simply furnished with a dark desk, some cabinets behind it for the papers, his comfortable leather chair and two slightly simpler ones for his guests in front of the desk. There was a small table with a tray and glasses on it, accompanied by a radio so that Otto could listen to the news. Another desk was reserved for a typist when Otto needed one, right now the table only held the typing machine. On the wall Otto had a picture of the Führer, a propaganda poster decorated with the Reichsadler and a Nazi flag which was draped to cover a part of the wooden wall from top to bottom. There were no windows in the office and the scarce lighting made the room appear dark and foreboding. Otto did like his office quite a bit, though. It was quiet and peaceful and he could concentrate on his work better when there were no distractions. In his younger years he had experienced enough of someone bumping his elbow on his head while sitting at his desk in one of the open offices.
Otto had his reading glasses on as he went through his papers. It wasn't because he had trouble seeing the text, oh no. It was only because he got a terrible headache if he had to stare at these little letters for too long and the reading glasses prevented that from happening.
As today Otto would only be at his office, he was wearing his SS-uniform. The breast of the uniform was decorated with the golden party badge and the ribbon of his Iron Cross 2nd class with the bar that indicated it had been awarded in the Great War. Otto was always very careful about the way he looked and he made sure that his uniform was always in immaculate condition. His dark hair was neatly combed back and every detail of his appearance was so carefully attended to that it seemed as if he was ready to meet the Führer himself.
The older man set the papers down on the table with a sigh. He had hardly had any sleep for a good while as these disturbing dreams kept coming back to him each night. They troubled him so much that eventually he just stayed awake, reading a book. Otto hated the fact that in just a few more days his lack of sleep would be evident on his face. Maybe these dreams would cease soon, he was already sick of reading the Odyssey.
There was a knock on the door and Otto knew it would be pointless to tell the visitor to enter. He got up from his leather chair and went to open the door, his young female secretary looked apologetic as she smiled nervously. "Herr Kommissar, Sie wollte informiert werden, wenn Herr Strumfelder hier ist."
"Ah, ja. Danke, Lotte, werde ich kommen und ihn grüßen," Otto said and took off the reading glasses, slipping them into the front pocket of his uniform. Indeed, this was the case of the missing child, something that Otto would have not normally taken upon himself, such tasks truly belonged to the Kriminalpolizei. But Strumfelder had seemed adamant in his message over wanting the Geheime Staatspolizei to solve this one and frankly, Otto was quite intriqued by the man and of course by the case itself. He would see Strumfelder and hear what he had to say. Otto had even told his secretary to come and inform him when Strumfelder arrived. He wanted to go meet him in person and not greet him over his desk like some lesser clients. He knew that officers of the Waffen-SS usually wanted to be treated with utmost respect and courtesy and Otto certainly was a man who appreciated strict old-school protocol.
Otto closed the door to his office and started towards the desk where people were to announce themselves at. Already he could see the imposing figure of this rather famed doctor, he didn't really have to make sure if he would be addressing the right person. The tall, dark-haired man made his way towards him and stopped to greet Strumfelder.
"Heil Hitler," Otto said, accompanied with a quick salute. He wasn't a man of too many meaningless words, so he went quickly to the point. "Doktor Strumfelder, ich bin Kriminalkommissar Wolff. Ich erhielt Ihre Nachricht gestern, ich bedauere sehr zu hören, was geschehen ist. Werden wir innerhalb meines Büros gehen, um die Situation zu besprechen?" Otto asked and gestured towards the hall leading to his office.
Translations:
"Herr Kommissar, Sie wollte informiert werden, wenn Herr Strumfelder hier ist."
"Herr Kommissar, you wanted to be informed when Herr Strumfelder is here."
"Ah, ja. Danke, Lotte, werde ich kommen und ihn grüßen."
"Ah, yes. Thank you, Lotte, I shall come and greet him."
"Herr Strumfelder, ich bin Kriminalkommissar Wolff. Ich erhielt Ihre Nachricht gestern, ich bedauere sehr zu hören, was geschehen ist. Werden wir innerhalb meines Büros gehen, um die Situation zu besprechen?"
"Herr Strumfelder, I am Kriminalkommissar Wolff. I received your message just yesterday, most sorry to hear what has happened. Shall we step inside my office to discuss the situation?"
Current Time: 09:00
Every day was a busy one at the Gestapo office and this day was no exception. The Gestapo was severely overworked and understaffed and it certainly showed on the halls of this building. The phones seemed to ring constantly and Gestapo officials, some in uniforms and some in plain clothes, were hurrying along the corridors on their various tasks. Otto was happy enough to have his own office with good sound-proofing. It was not for the sake of preventing the noises from outside of his office from invading his privacy, but to keep others from hearing what was being said inside.
Otto's office itself was very moderately and simply furnished with a dark desk, some cabinets behind it for the papers, his comfortable leather chair and two slightly simpler ones for his guests in front of the desk. There was a small table with a tray and glasses on it, accompanied by a radio so that Otto could listen to the news. Another desk was reserved for a typist when Otto needed one, right now the table only held the typing machine. On the wall Otto had a picture of the Führer, a propaganda poster decorated with the Reichsadler and a Nazi flag which was draped to cover a part of the wooden wall from top to bottom. There were no windows in the office and the scarce lighting made the room appear dark and foreboding. Otto did like his office quite a bit, though. It was quiet and peaceful and he could concentrate on his work better when there were no distractions. In his younger years he had experienced enough of someone bumping his elbow on his head while sitting at his desk in one of the open offices.
Otto had his reading glasses on as he went through his papers. It wasn't because he had trouble seeing the text, oh no. It was only because he got a terrible headache if he had to stare at these little letters for too long and the reading glasses prevented that from happening.
As today Otto would only be at his office, he was wearing his SS-uniform. The breast of the uniform was decorated with the golden party badge and the ribbon of his Iron Cross 2nd class with the bar that indicated it had been awarded in the Great War. Otto was always very careful about the way he looked and he made sure that his uniform was always in immaculate condition. His dark hair was neatly combed back and every detail of his appearance was so carefully attended to that it seemed as if he was ready to meet the Führer himself.
The older man set the papers down on the table with a sigh. He had hardly had any sleep for a good while as these disturbing dreams kept coming back to him each night. They troubled him so much that eventually he just stayed awake, reading a book. Otto hated the fact that in just a few more days his lack of sleep would be evident on his face. Maybe these dreams would cease soon, he was already sick of reading the Odyssey.
There was a knock on the door and Otto knew it would be pointless to tell the visitor to enter. He got up from his leather chair and went to open the door, his young female secretary looked apologetic as she smiled nervously. "Herr Kommissar, Sie wollte informiert werden, wenn Herr Strumfelder hier ist."
"Ah, ja. Danke, Lotte, werde ich kommen und ihn grüßen," Otto said and took off the reading glasses, slipping them into the front pocket of his uniform. Indeed, this was the case of the missing child, something that Otto would have not normally taken upon himself, such tasks truly belonged to the Kriminalpolizei. But Strumfelder had seemed adamant in his message over wanting the Geheime Staatspolizei to solve this one and frankly, Otto was quite intriqued by the man and of course by the case itself. He would see Strumfelder and hear what he had to say. Otto had even told his secretary to come and inform him when Strumfelder arrived. He wanted to go meet him in person and not greet him over his desk like some lesser clients. He knew that officers of the Waffen-SS usually wanted to be treated with utmost respect and courtesy and Otto certainly was a man who appreciated strict old-school protocol.
Otto closed the door to his office and started towards the desk where people were to announce themselves at. Already he could see the imposing figure of this rather famed doctor, he didn't really have to make sure if he would be addressing the right person. The tall, dark-haired man made his way towards him and stopped to greet Strumfelder.
"Heil Hitler," Otto said, accompanied with a quick salute. He wasn't a man of too many meaningless words, so he went quickly to the point. "Doktor Strumfelder, ich bin Kriminalkommissar Wolff. Ich erhielt Ihre Nachricht gestern, ich bedauere sehr zu hören, was geschehen ist. Werden wir innerhalb meines Büros gehen, um die Situation zu besprechen?" Otto asked and gestured towards the hall leading to his office.
Translations:
"Herr Kommissar, Sie wollte informiert werden, wenn Herr Strumfelder hier ist."
"Herr Kommissar, you wanted to be informed when Herr Strumfelder is here."
"Ah, ja. Danke, Lotte, werde ich kommen und ihn grüßen."
"Ah, yes. Thank you, Lotte, I shall come and greet him."
"Herr Strumfelder, ich bin Kriminalkommissar Wolff. Ich erhielt Ihre Nachricht gestern, ich bedauere sehr zu hören, was geschehen ist. Werden wir innerhalb meines Büros gehen, um die Situation zu besprechen?"
"Herr Strumfelder, I am Kriminalkommissar Wolff. I received your message just yesterday, most sorry to hear what has happened. Shall we step inside my office to discuss the situation?"
