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[h3][b]Willie and Hans[/b][/h3][/center]

Günther Hans Ferdinand von Richter lived the life of luxury from a wealthy military aristocratic family. One of the perks of his position in society was the white Audi Type E motor car, he received for his birthday last fall. The machine boasted a 55-horsepower engine, with a displacement of 5.7 liters. It was Günther’s pride and joy. His father, Generalleutnant Max von Richter often regretted giving his son the car, but figured it would be good for him to learn some responsibility; to have to care for something other than himself.
 
The pair had ridden in the car wearing their goggles and caps as well as riding gloves and trench coats without much conversation. To talk at higher velocities, roughly 45 kilometers per hour, required yelling. At slower speeds, conversation was easier. They left Albertus-Universität Königsberg a little after two in the afternoon, after dressing in formal attire in order to arrive at Schloß Komturhof at a reasonable time. [i]‘He did say half past five,’[/i] Günther thought to himself. Since it was a 139 kilometer-drive along dirt and rutted roads, he planned a three-hour trip in his magnificent piece of German engineering.
 
Once the duo entered the outskirts of Lötzen, Günther dropped the speed to about 30 Kph (18 MPH). At this speed the pair were able to talk easier. “She moves pretty quick, eh?” Günther mentioned with a smile to Willie. “My vater thinks this auto is going to help teach me some responsibility. What a joke, ha!” Günther laughed at that.

Wilhelm was practically clinging to his seat for the majority of the higher speed ride. Carriage or horseback was what he was accustomed to, and it showed. Still, the thrill was undeniable as he yelled out more than once in glee on the faster tracks. As they slowed he relaxed up, glancing over to Hans, he inquired incredulously. "Responsibility?" He laughed back, "This is freedom at its finest!" He exclaimed as they sped onwards to the Schloß.

Willie wasn't looking too shabby himself, clad in a light grey tailored suit and a darker peacoat. His breast pocket sat fat with the frame of a glasses case. He'd always required those thin-framed reading spectacles, as long as anyone had known him.

Günther saw Marc ahead of them as they made their way along the roadway toward Schloß Komturhof. He was prepared to honk his horn or at least shout out to him as they passed, but the older Marc Bolheim reached the door ahead of them.
 
He parked the Audi in the circular drive in front of the massive portal and quickly exited the exquisite automobile. He wore his tweed trench coat with the buttons open and a white silk scarf wrapped around his neck. His black formalware with white dress shirt and black bowtie hidden under the overcoat. With his driving cap cocked to the side on his head, he removed the goggles and held them and the gloves in his left hand. Günther maintained his cocksure grin on his lips as he and Willie approached Marc and Friedrich at the front door.
 
“Sorry we were so late,” Günther spat out. We left the school just after two, but the bridge at Rastennburg was out. We had to detour. We also ran into a herd of sheep just south of Bartenstein. We tried fruitlessly to wave the shepherd and his flock out of our way, but he was slow. Gradually the beasts parted allowing us past.”  Günther smiled at Friedrich. “I knew you’d understand, Freddy.”

Wilhelm trailed behind Günther closely as they made for the door. Perhaps needing no greeting of his own, he gave a wave and smile as Hans explained their predicaments along the way.
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