Meeting Herr Kallmeyer

[Shehrazad]

A large comfortable office in an office building in central Berlin.

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Dr Fleischer is led upstairs by a man wearing a security uniform. Once he has reached the right floor he is left alone to find the secretary's office, which he locates easily enough. Once she has made him wait for a few minutes, she sends him.

Mr Kallemeyer is a middle-aged man in an expensive suit, who seems to like his comfort from the looks of things.

"I apologise for making you wait, Dr. Fleisher," he says. "Please, have a seat. Would you like some coffee?"

[Adam Fleischer]

Adam casually appraises his surroundings as he enters the room and takes a seat, placing his briefcase on the floor beside him.

"Thank you, but no." He says with a warm, yet empty, smile, declining the offer of coffee, "If you don't mind, I'd like to get right down to business."

While his words could be construde as impolite, his tone was neutral. He was by no means attempting to anger Mr. Kallmeyer, yet he had been awaiting this meeting for some time now, and was still unsure as to whether the man was a timewaster, or the real-deal.

"Have I been informed correctly?" He asks, stopping the idle banter before it has a chance to begin, "Do we have something to offer one another?"

[Shehrazad]

"Straight down to business," Kallmeyer nodded somewhat approvingly. "Good. Then I will start with what you can do for us, Dr Fleischer."

He straightened in his seat and adopted a very serious look.
"For the past two years, this city has been plagued by a group of people who, like you, suffer from a rare genetic condition," he paused. Adam would know what he was talking about without him having to elaborate. "They believe their affliction is a gift from the gods, and they have their own cults across the country, where they seek out young people who have this condition, and indoctrinate them into their way of thinking."

"Of course, we would like nothing better than to get these lunatics off the streets. But their exact number is unknown. You see, they are a secretive group. They don't betray each other, and they don't slip up. Ever. They are willing to murder to keep their secrets. And they trust no one. Except their own. This, Dr Fleischer, is where you come in."

He paused again, waiting for a reaction. He studied Adam closely, as if he were an interesting specimen himself. He knew enough about Adam's background to be sure that espionage was not beyond his repertoire of skills.

[Adam Fleischer]

Adam suppresses a smirk when Kallmeyer drops the word 'lunatics'. It was an all-too-fitting description of the Garou.

"I am familiar with the group you describe," He says, "But I was unaware that they operated within West Berlin."

He considers the man's words for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing.

"It sounds to me as though a James-Bond-spy or double-agent would be better suited to your needs," He says with a shake of his head, "In case you hadn't notice, Mr. Kallmeyer, I am no 007, I am a doctor."

He pauses again, letting the words sink-in.

"Of course," He adds, "I would be willing to work with you... depending on what exactly it is you have to offer me."

[Shehrazad]

"This is no James-Bond assignment, Doctor," Kallemeyer assured him. "We have collected a good amount of information on these people, thanks to a very helpful young man. He himself is a carrier of this... disease. They will trust you, and they will tell you things that will help you in your study of their condition. This will benefit you as much as it will benefit us."

But he didn't stop there. He had more to offer after all.
"And in return, in addition to financial funding and payment for your services, we will return your 'son' to you."

He produced a picture of a large monstrous looking creature and gave it to Adam.
"We had him in our custody three weeks ago. He escaped. But we are working on finding him."

[Adam Fleischer]

Dr. Fleischer holds the photograph for a moment, studying the image intently before placing it face-down on Mr. Kallmeyer's desk.

"This creature," He says, tapping the blank white back of the photograph as he locks eyes with the man sitting across from him, "You say you had it in your custody? Where is it now? When did you last see it?"

All other thoughts are pushed from Adam's mind after laying eyes on the photo.

(((Activating Polygraphingness of Gaia)))

[Shehrazad]

"As I said, three weeks ago," Kallmeyer said truthfully. "It escaped, but that is only a minor setback. We will find him. So, I take it you will accept the offer?"

[Adam Fleischer]

Adam frowns, giving himself a moment before slowly nodding his head.

"Yes," He says quietly, "I will accept your offer."

His eyes dart back to the face-down photograph for a split second, before returning to Mr. Kallmeyer.

"Where can this group be found?" He asks, "Who is your informant, and has a meeting been arrange as yet? I will require further details before I proceed."

[Shehrazad]

"Details," Kallmeyer nodded, obviously pleased with the deal. He placed a large brown folder on the table and opened it.

"This is everything we have on them," he said. "Thanks to our informant. See these two:"
He took out two files and placed them in front of Adam. The pictures showed large men in their late twenties, both of them well-built.
"Mark Harding and Tony Vasara," he said. "Foreigners, both of them. Harding drives a transit truck, and Vasara owns a biker bar in the city. They look normal enough, working class citizens. They never leave a trail behind, never connected with the murderous rampages they go on."

He placed another file above the others. This time the picture showed a teenaged red headed girl.
"This kid seems to be one of their more recent recruits," he said. "But a surveillance tape at a local hospital showed her being shot six times in the chest without killing her. Along with this guy."
More files. This time the picture showed a young man with long curly hair.
"It wasn't easy to find info on this guy," he said. "He's one of the travelling community, what-do-call-thems, gypsies. Our informant didn't give a name though. Probably didn't know him."

He looked through the rest of the folder.
"There's a couple more names here, but these people don't exist on any records, so they must be aliases. Anyway, this is the address. This is the cult's headquarters."
He placed a picture of a nice building surrounded by trees
"It's a little out of the way, it's a library," he said. "Or at least it seems like it. We can't get in though. Nobody has ever been able to infiltrate their headquarters and get us any information on what's inside. Well no one yet. I'm sure you will change that."

[Adam Fleischer]

While it may not seem it, Adam listens intently to Mr. Kallmeyer as he flicks through the information presented to him, nodding occasionally.

"I will require some time to study this in more detail," He says, closing the folder, "And a small stipend upfront, to cover any expenses I may incur."

He lifts his briefcase from beside his chair and places it on his lap. Popping the locks, he stuffs the documents inside and closes the lid once more.

"How and when would you like to be updated on the progress of my investigation?" He asks, "Or would you prefer to distance yourself from this endeavour once we are done here?"

[Shehrazad]

"Take the time that you need," Kallmeyer said. "Send us a list of resources you require, and we will attempt to meet your demands to the best of our capabilities."

Then he took out a card with a mailing address and a phone number.
"Call this number if you need anything," he said."Or when you have something worthwhile. My associates will pick you up discretely. You don't want to blow your cover, after all."

[Adam Fleischer]

"Understood." Adam says as he takes the business card.

Standing, he retrieves his briefcase.

"Thank you for your time, Mr. Kallmeyer," He says, offering his hand across the desk, "I will leave my contact details with your receptionist, in case you need to reach me."

[Shehrazad]

Out of politeness, Kallmeyer stood up when Adam did.
"Thank you, Dr Fleischer," he said. "And although I am sure you do not need to hear this, a word of warning. These people are very set in their beliefs, and very convincing in their arguments. They will no doubt attempt to convert you into their way of thinking. Just be forewarned."

It was a sincere word of advice, Adam was sure. After all, there was no way Kallmeyer would have known that Adam was once on of them, and their "evil cult". If he had, he would probably never had hired him.


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