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[h2][center][b]Emmerich Lisztmayer-Anschütz von Sabern, 
[i]Chosen of the Holy Grail[/i]
At the [s]Church on the Hill[/s] 𝔉𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔫𝔤 𝔎𝔦𝔯𝔠𝔥𝔢
The 27th of August, 1939[/b][/center][/h2]

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Blue eyes tiredly regarded the specialist of the group from the moment he came into sight. Emmerich bobbed his head along as his companion surged forth from their new home and began his monologue. However, he remained similarly wordless for the remainder of the discussion - The officer couldn't help but consider Bauer a bit too gushy at times. Even now the man already left, not even sparing a single moment after waving around some expensive jewel and mentioning food. What the devil was a "Harriegilta" anyways?

[color=#8c8c8c]"[b][i]... Alright, Bauer, I'll be with you soon. And take your Pervitin, damn it, we'll never get this done otherwise![/i][/b]"[/color], he uttered effortlessly after the magus thundered away. In no time he was outside comfortable speaking range, much to the displeasure of Emmerich.[color=#8c8c8c]"[b][i]If you want a break, I've stocked my beers in the cellar. Help yourself to the bottles, just be easy on the dunkelweiß - That one's a favourite.[/i][/b]"[/color] The friendly shout traveled down between the pews of the church in a bid to reach the escaping Bauer without being too much of an offense on his ears.

As the front door of the church shut behind the blonde german, the officer left outside alone once more exhaled a could of smoke. Blue eyes bore onto the night, suspiciously gazing into the starry void before a flickering gaze turned to the rifle hanging from his shoulder - Bayonet fixed and safety lock off, not that either would do anything to their expected attackers. Still, Emmerich could only mumble away a chuckle. [color=#8c8c8c]"[b][i]Front door. Rifle. Standing... Guard duty. I can't remember last time I had guard duty, heh.[/i][/b]"[/color] The pleasant little chortle wore off as soon as it came. The cigarette upon his smiling lips was soon to be completely burned away and so he decided to spend his last few seconds with something useful. After a mental link established to his colleague, his voice quietly rung out. Almost paternal in nature, the officer suppressed his genuineness with an air of mild professionalism.

[color=#8c8c8c]"[b][i]Bauer.[/i][/b]"[/color], came his first word. A long pause ensued, Emmerich tried to figure out how to best confront his fellow. As forehead wrinkled and the last of his smoke finally extinguished, the lanky man chose to approach with honesty. They were both men of advanced age, after all. Sugarcoating things would be [u]ever so unvölkisch[/u]. [color=#8c8c8c]"[b][i]Something bothers you, I can tell.[/i][/b]"[/color] The statement, firm in determination yet ripe with worry, was quickly off-set by the officer adding another line. [color=#8c8c8c]"[b][i]... Remember the nature of our mission. If you want to talk, I'm here for you - Tomorrow there may not be another chance for it.[/i][/b]"[/color]

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