>>6175151[4/???]
“I appreciate the info, but we actually came to talk to you people, and specifically your boss, so we can work on maybe forging a bit of an alliance. We might have something of interest to you guys, but it’s the kind of thing we believe would be best shown to your leadership. We promise, it’s not because it’s dangerous or anything, but I have reason to believe it’d be quite valuable,” you tell him, hoping he doesn’t probe further since aforementioned reason is that a madman dreamt it..
“Leadership? You’re speaking to him,” he says while flipping out his wallet to show you a card. “Not to brag or anything, but if you look at the union president’s signature and my name, well, that’s not a coincidence is what I’ll say.”
You look at the laminated card on display and, sure enough, the names match. “I see! Well, glad to meet you Mister Schlefle-, Schlefbur-, err-”
“Call me the Union Boss, it’ll be easier.”
“Got it, Boss.” These Germans always have the worst names. “Anyway, the materials are in the truck’s back. I can’t tell you what they are since I can’t pronounce those names either, but we went through some trouble getting them,” you say, again hoping he doesn’t make you explain the story behind the bizarre mission fought for them. “It should show we’re serious about an alliance and about figuring out how to mutually help each other.”
“Hmm, well glad someone out there’s proactive about keeping up civilization instead of going all desert crazy,” he mutters as he walks over to the back of the truck whistling a tune. He stops whistling the second he opens the first lid, and is for a while speechless. “What in the- How did you get these?” He closes the lid and opens it again, as if confirm their contents. He then flips the lid over and scans the fine print with his fingers. “Holy smokes. Never mind, don’t tell me. Never look a gift horse in the mouth...”
