Eckhart took the ration card from her slowly taking it into his gloved hand, unlike the guards at depots who usually snapped the card away from her to take a quick glance at the card. It was  a minimal civilian version of the card that was given to the vast majority of people living in Paris. They were meager rations designed specifically to prevent people from doing anything truely spectacular without outside help, such as truckers being able to leave the city without having extra fuel rations, transit papers, and proper food transfer stamps, so that he could eat in other city's. It was a massive choke-hold on the cities citizens. It prevented people from doing anything other than basically surviving. However if you were a friend of the Nazi's such as an informant or "confidant" of an officer, you were given luxury's and free supplies that allowed them to live in paradise compared to the downtrodden citizen.<br/><br/>Eckhart was a master at this technique for control, it allowed him to have hundreds to thousands of informants telling him of the day to day activities of the city, just so that they could eat better than the rest, it was a quick, effective, and most of all cheap form of control on the masses. The general could maintain absolute control while keeping the costs of controlling the city at a minimum, paperwork was cheap, soldiers cleaning up blood in the street was not. It was also cheaper than the standard information reward of 30 gold pieces, a small fortune these days to the average layman. Eckhart walked over to the large desk holding the card, dialing a number into the machine and listening for a response on the line. All of this was done without even asking the seamstress one question.<br/><br/>"<em><strong>Haben Sie eine neue Zivillebensmittelmarke und eine Schreibarbeit geholt herauf sofort</strong></em>" (<em>Have a new civilian ration card and paper work brought up at once</em>) The general said into the receiver then hanging up.<br/><br/>Eckhart sat down in the large leather chair with a gold Nazi eagle embedded in the leather. Soon the large wooden doors opened again with a Wehrmacht Aide (http://www.hotflick.net/flicks/2008_Valkyrie/Thumb/008VKY_Jamie_Parker_002.jpg) came through the door and had a stack of official forms in his hand. He quickly set the files on the desk, saluted and walked out in a hurry. Inside the folder from what Marie could see was a brand new Ration card set for a "Friend of the German Third Riech" as it said on the top, it contained a Gasoline Ration (http://cdn3.ioffer.com/img/item/161/773/149/gF4ZtoSdk8hoyEV.jpg), a set of 30 Daily food ration cards (http://www.naval-history.net/WW2MemoirAndSoP25RationCard.jpg), and Bread, meat, and fist ration card (http://www.internationalmilitaria.com/lotImage/NaziBreadRationCard.jpg), and finally the last page was a Luxury and Signature card (http://www.birdchildsandgoldsmith.com/acatalog/grmratbk.gif). Eckhart made sure the paperwork was in order and took out a fountain pen from the desk and began to sign in various places of the pages, notarizing and signing. He looked up at her when he was finished and signaled her to walk over to him.<br/><br/>"<strong><em>I don't believe anyone who has so aptly served the Riech should have to go hungry when her master does such a good job. This will be your new Ration set, just sign at the bottom line here</em></strong>" he said pointing out the spot and handing her the pen.