Talk:P.A.N.Z.E.R./@comment-24142455-20150621160655/@comment-24142455-20150711231356

The two enter to see Schreiner and Helga in an argument, Schreiner looking out one of the windows towards the setting sun, while Helga was at her desk doing work.

Blazkowicz theres the goddamn folder on her desk

-In German-

Helga: Just let me finish!

Schreiner: Field Marshall Strasse expects great results from this Helga!

Helga: Can we just stop arguing! My food and wine is here.

The two put the cup and food down, and Blazkowicz pours some wine in, under his tray he had the folder, and began to head out.

Helga: Wait!

Blazkowicz: F@#k

Helga: Sit down, both of you.

The two sit down in chairs infront of Helga, Schreiner still looking out the window, pulling out a tablet and scrolling down to something.

Helga: What is your name?

Blazkowicz: Erm.. Franz

Helga: Franz? My cousin's name is Franz.

She pulls out a book, and turns to a page

Helga: Does this interest you Franz? As a child I used to draw maps like this. But then, a polio epidemic hit my town, something unexpected in the sterile world we live in. For many months I lay in my bed, and my leg withered... and died. Do you think I cried? Of course I did, crying is human behavior. Giving up however.... is for degenerates. I took control of my fate. Are you in control of your fate, Franz? Take the wine, taste it for me.

He looked at the wine, and took a sip, it tasted sweet.

Helga: Well?

He places the wine down.

Blazkowicz: Delicious

Helga: picks up wine cup What a strange accent you have.

She takes two sniffs, before taking a sip, only to spit it out in disgust.

Helga: Delicious? Hah! This is one of the most worst wines I have ever tasted. It's gone bad for God's sake!

She takes a look at Boekhounder, and places the wine cup in front of him.

Helga: Drink it, all of it.