Meeting
WHO: Lamont Cranston and Hans Von Hammer
WHERE: Mr.Cranston's office.
WHEN: Today
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: A man seeks for allies, and he has heard a rather consistent name...
FORMAT: Paragraph.
He was adapting, as best he could. At least, to keep unnoticed in his movements within the city. He would dress how he wished when he was on his own, but that was precious little time. There were also very few places he could go in his civilian suit, and even fewer for his uniform. At least if he didn't want to be shot dead in the street by nazi thugs. He wasn't ready to die quite yet.
So he had adapted. A baseball cap - atrocious things, really - and a long coat. He also aped the walk of males in his age range - so at least he would move like an American. A little bit of camoflague wouldn't hurt. He enters the building, quietly has his name put on the schedule, and waits. He doesn't make eye contact or speak to anyone, he simply sits, reading the paper.
When it is his time, he nods politely to the secretary and enters. He closes the door behind him, tossing aside the despised cap, running his fingers through his hair. He shrugs out of the coat, and adjusts his tie. The suit only went so far under cover, after all.
"Herr Cranston. I am Major Hans Von Hammer, formerly of the Luftwaffe and the Kaiser's Imperial Air Force. I require your assistance."
WHERE: Mr.Cranston's office.
WHEN: Today
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: A man seeks for allies, and he has heard a rather consistent name...
FORMAT: Paragraph.
He was adapting, as best he could. At least, to keep unnoticed in his movements within the city. He would dress how he wished when he was on his own, but that was precious little time. There were also very few places he could go in his civilian suit, and even fewer for his uniform. At least if he didn't want to be shot dead in the street by nazi thugs. He wasn't ready to die quite yet.
So he had adapted. A baseball cap - atrocious things, really - and a long coat. He also aped the walk of males in his age range - so at least he would move like an American. A little bit of camoflague wouldn't hurt. He enters the building, quietly has his name put on the schedule, and waits. He doesn't make eye contact or speak to anyone, he simply sits, reading the paper.
When it is his time, he nods politely to the secretary and enters. He closes the door behind him, tossing aside the despised cap, running his fingers through his hair. He shrugs out of the coat, and adjusts his tie. The suit only went so far under cover, after all.
"Herr Cranston. I am Major Hans Von Hammer, formerly of the Luftwaffe and the Kaiser's Imperial Air Force. I require your assistance."