A Day in the Life of an Agent: Request
A Day in the Life of an Agent: Or, a 1983 Doomsday Tale through a Visiting Person's Eyes
Berlin, Kingdom of Prussia. 29 September 2010.
“Have you ever been here before, Margert?” Jonatan Herz asked his junior partner as he looked over the restaurant’s menu. They managed to find a table close to the front windows. The clean if faded walls around them bore posters for the upcoming Europa Games and pictures of the ruling family of House Hohenzollern, all bearing the Black Eagle. To his relief though the few other people there were clustering more to the bar. Better for us, at least, he thought. Better for me.
“Hmm? Well, not like this,” Margareta Bethlen sighed sheepishly in a Magyar accent. “At least the food’s the same. I remember this place being more – modern, I guess?”
“In another time, maybe. You’d be surprised.” In more ways than one.
The brown-haired twenty-something s
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