Frankfurt am Main, GermanyApril 16
Otto Kruspe was starting to hate these gatherings. He kept getting the nagging feeling that he alone, the only general at the head of a bunch of stupid mercenaries, had any real desire to win this battle. The mercenaries sitting with him at the round table would only fight for the common cause as long as they kept getting paid by the right party. And when someone offered them more, they’d forget about the common cause. No caste honor. No real, and not merely feigned, loyalty. Otto was starting to get sick of their waffling.
“Gentlemen, as I said, the legal office made it quite clear. The chances that the Federal Court could rule against us are high. We all know it would be highly immoral and irrational, nonetheless…” Otto paused and gripped the armrests
