Bremen-Industry Zone~Northern Germany
7:55 PM
It was a rainy, ugly day at the Bremen-Industry Zone. The early morning had brought dark clouds, and for the rest of the day, it had rained without end. Marvin Kazinsky pulled his coat closer to his body, as he made his way towards his goal for the evening. After a twelf hour shift at the dry-docks, his body screamed for sleep, or at least a little bit of rest, yet he would have none of it. This was far to important!
The big game was tonight!
Werder Bremen was in the final for the Jötunn cup, against its Arch-Nemesis, the hamburgian HSV, and there had been no other topic at dry-docks, then who would win the bowl tonight. Ten years had been past since the last time Werder Bremen had come so far, and this time it had to be a victory! Already a bit to late, the slightly overweight man ran faster, as he finally saw the cheap neon-sign of his favorite Pup, the "Das Eckhaus". Pushing the door open, the disgusting summer rain was left outside, and replaced with the warm feeling of the heated establishment, and the loud talking of the people around him. The air was filled with the stench of overworked bodies, cheap synth-cigs, and the overabundant beer.
Making his way through the mass, Marvin nodded towards a few familiar faces he knew the name to. All wore the jumpsuits of the Dry-docks, and most didnt even had the time to wash off the dirt from their faces.
"´Tschuldigung...excuse me, may i get past here?" For a moment it seemed impossible to find a place to sit, before he heard a familiar voice.
"Marvin, you old Fishhead! Swing your ass over here, the beer gets warm!" Turning around he saw the faces of three members of his shift, quickly moving a bit, so that he also could have a place to sit.
"Well, quite nice from you guys to reserve a seat for me!" The man to his left, who offered him the beer began to chuckle.
"Nah, we had hoped for your wife to come!" Sitting down, Marvin took the offered beer, before taking a deep sip. The golden liquid vanished quickly, as the exhaustion of the day slowly faded.
"Yeah, go to hell, Hassan!" Another witty response seemed to be in the making, by the look on his face, but then all screens in the room began to show the logo of the company, slowly turning into an eagle kicking off a football, and like one, the workers rose from their seat.
"Damn, Werder better wins this, my wife is gonna kill me if not! I bet my whole months wage that we take the cup!" Then the stadium was shown, the gigantic megaplex build in the Reykjavik, seat of the Administration of Jötunn. To actually sit in there, and watch the game live was a privilege of the white collars, and even they could only dream about standing in the loges of the elite mangers, who were of the size of apartments.
The mood was explosive, and all eyes stared on the Screens as the players slowly walked in. As the camera moved over the Players of Werder, loud cheers filled the room, while a slide over the HSV was followed with long boo´s. Then, as all were in place, the referee pulled out his Coins, and a cheer followed as Werder was granted the kick-off.
"GO HOME, HSV! GO HOME!"
Then, as all players moved in position, and as the referee moved his whistle to his lips, the screen turned black. "WHAT THE HELL!" A moment of shock followed, before the full wrath of the workers was unleashed.
"HANS, have you not payed your bills this month?"
The barkeep shaked his head, as he looked at the electronic. But then the company eagle re-appeard on the screen, yet this time not the slim football version, but the eagle with the red heart, the symbol of the company as a whole, before the "BLITZ-NEWS" appeared right under it. It then cut into pictures of a smoking building, with fleeing people, as
BLITZ-NEWS
June 11, 2049
BREAKING NEWS:Massacre in VATICAN CITY, Women and children Killed, more than 2600 dead
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"In an attack, with a brutality never seen before, Vatican City has been attacked by the foul, communist death-cult Europa Rising! In an mad, drug fueled blood lust, they stormed hospitals, public buildings, and a even a Kindergarten, killing everyone that came across them!" The feed showed corpses, that had been quickly covered with sheets, some were disturbingly small. Then the next feed showed firefighters and emergency teams, running through ruined buildings.
“I’ve seen blasts like these before in conflicts and uprisings that happened during the fall of the EU, except they were always by a single ordnance, not dozens.” Says a local Veteran of the European Civil war, who was wounded during the Combat, and later died of his injuries! . "Whoever did this clearly had experience in planning; we vow to hunt them down with the help of Jötunn Global. Whoever did this, we will pay them back in blood.”
The Bolshevik Death Cult, Europe Rising have claimed responsibility, for this cowardice act of senseless terror! A statement released by the former claims:
“We will cut out the order that you have forced people to submit to. The will of Marx decries the order and progress you have spread upon the world with your ides of greed and capitalism is against his will and you all will pay for it. We, the glorious heralds of the Revolution, the Red Orchestra, are the voice and will of our divine leader Marx made manifested! We will burn your Earth and eradicate any trace of your order!”
There is no doubt about the fact that the death-cult "Europa Rising" is responsible for this attack, and Jötunn Global hands seem once more to be forced into war, for the sake of protecting the people of Europa!
The feed cut towards a massive building, with the eagle right on its front. Countless small bullets seemed to had been fired into it, ye it still stood, strong and defiant. "But in this darkness, there was a beacon of light! The offices of Jötunn Global in Vatican City have served as a sanctuary for all who could reach it in time. Our valiant security, the brave men and women from W-Wsec have held the line against the attackers! Outnumbered, and outgunned, they once more have shown, that the wicked way of the Bolshevik cannot stand against the drill of the most elite fighting force on this planet!" The next cut showed the armored security, guarding the entrance to a hospital, while the next showed a female soldier calming a small child.
"Ladies and Gentleman, please, remain on your Vid-Screens, we have just recived news that CEO Roland Korngold is about to relase a statement to the attacks..."
Up next: CEO Roland Korngold, all channels!
North Atlantic-1000 KM south of Iceland
7:05 PM
"We are on air in five minutes, sir!"
Rolands eyes moved up, as he took a last sip from his coffee. Letting out a sigh, he rested the cup on the palm of his hand, before moving a finger towards the com. "Thank you, Astrid!"
Looking out of the window, he could see the escort fighters in the distance, one of the most elite fighting wing of the Luftwaffe [Airforce] of W-Wsec security. More so, all three of his private planes were equipment with the best stealth technology money could buy, and resembled in their construction flying fortresses, rather then slim private jets.
Looking at his tablet, his eyes wandered over the news, the real news, not the tainted propagnda the masses would get to hear about in the news, and read in their news paper, and info blogs! Placing the porcelain cup on his table, he stood up, as he walked out of his office, towards the Recording room.
"Quite bold this attack, wouldnt you agree, Asmund?" The bald man, who walked next to him was Asmund Anders, his personal secretary and right hand man, since 2030. Over the last decade he was able to make himself irreplaceable, a trait which Roland greatly respected in personal.
"Well, i wouldnt call it bold as much as i would call to be expected. The Security of EEC was a joke! I am still suprised that it took them so long for such an attack."
Roland chuckled as the door towards the recording room opened. "Well, now the child fell in the sea, and the dices have been cast!" Steping futher, he moved into the circle that would allow for a 360-degree recording of himself. "One more minute, sir!"
"Roland, its fallen into the well! Not sea!" The CEO couldnt resist to roll his eyes.
"Three...two...one....!" The blond woman with the name Astrid Rastbjörk was Rolands Public Relations managers, and in a personal union, also the director of all his recordings. Sadly, in comparison to Asmund she was competently Replaceable! But for the time being, the CEO enjoyed her company.
A stern look had moved on his face, and from a second to the next, he became the "Iron Kaiser" a title given to him by the international media. With both his hands forming fists, he took a moment before he would speak. Many public speakers feared the silence, but Roland knew how to use it. Then after a few seconds, he began.
"People of Jötunn Global, Today, i address you in a state of grief, over all these lifes, claimed by such a horrible attack! Yet also in a state of rightful wrath! A fury that each and every one of you share, that i am sure of! We, and that includes every single one of you, who are dutiful employees of our great company, shall not suffer such terror to go unpunished! For we do no fear conflict, nor do we fear war! We do not seek it, yet we wont hold down!" Raising one hand he formed a fist before taking a deep breath once more.
"This is not a conflict that can be ended on a table, with both sides upholding their honor, for our enemy has none! The Bolshevik is a tumor, on the new order of this world! And like any tumor, it needs a sharp scalpel and a calm hand to cut it out!" Walking a few steps, the CEO again let a few seconds pass, before he spoke once more. "But it also needs an keen eye! We all know, that the breeding ground for this scum lays in the south of germany! Stuttgart, Munich and Ulm...cities like this without order, nor rule! But once more, we must be careful! The enemy is also among us! Your eyes need to be open, for only you can prevent that a massacre like this will happen in your city! So be watchful! Look at your Co-workers and their doings! Find the Bolshevik in your mids..." He smashed his fist against the palm of his hand. "..and crush it! For we shall endure, and prosper!"
"And we are off!" Asrid, quickly moved forward, a new coffee in one hand, and a data-tablet in the other. Asmund, had his own tablet in hand, and looked a the CEO. "Roland, any further orders?" His eyes remained on the tablet, as Roland took a deep sip from the coffee, made from the finest arabica beans.
"Inform the Nassau brigade of W-Wsec to mobilize and to move towards Stuttgart! I want the city blocked in two hours! Then the old procedure! Round up all pacifists and communists, and place evidents for all that we need removed that link them to the attack on the Vatican! Inform both the EDA and Gencultura that we start a great police action against the south german communists!"
Bremen-Industry Zone~Northern Germany
8:30 PM
Marvin and the rest of the dock-workers faces had turned into iron, and the room had filled with a silence of a graveyard. Hans, the barkeeper was the first to break it. "These sons of bitches! The only good Bolshevik is a dead one!" A muttering started to spread among the people in the room, before Hassan leaned forward. "I..i thought it was nothing, but you know this Guy from section-B? The Guy from Frankfurt? Well, last week i saw him read this book..."Das Kapital" i think?" Marvin quickly moved his finger to his lips. "Hush now! Lets not be hasty! Most likely it was just a cooking book...i need to go!" Marvin stood up, as his friend raised an eyebrow. "But whats with the game?"
"Screw the game, Lena is home all alone, and like i know here crying her eyes out for all this poor devils! Tell me who won tomorrow!" He pushed his way out, into the rainy outside. But his steps would not guide him home.
Mavin had to act quickly, before the guy from section-B would tell anyone that the book was from him!
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