<strong>Wednesday, March 13th, 1946</strong>. 10h30<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/sUhSpgH.jpg)</div>Departing the Presidium you return to your black Olympia. Outside the on-again-off-again drizzle has turned into a light snow, it seems Winter is not yet done with Berlin. The car's simple heater, an air intake that passes along the engine, is barely enough to dispel the chill.<br/><br/>The streets around Anhalter Bahnhof are nearly deserted. A few rattling old Opel trucks cross through the area making deliveries, but those who live here are invariably pedestrians and either at work already or taking refuge indoors. The shops in the region are almost all boarded up. A few unboarded store-fronts have become a combination of pawn and barter shops, exchanging one salvaged item for another.<br/><br/>It is easy enough to find somewhere to park, and the figures of two men in green VoPo trenchcoats can be seen out in what was the rail yard.<br/><br/>The ground of the rail-yard is covered in black coal clinker, which is commonly used for rail-beds across the world. The finer sediments and the melting snow cover the ground in a slurry or abrasive powder that soon covers your shoes and stains pant-hems. It will no doubt be tedious, unpleasant work to clean and shine your foot-wear for further wear.<br/><br/>The two VoPo constables butt out cigarettes and approach. The one in front is middle aged. The trenchcoat does little to conceal his stocky physique, and at nearly six feet in height he cuts an intimidating figure. His faces is broad, weathered, his jaw-line covered in dark stubble. His nose has been broken a number of times, and his cauliflower ears match any old boxer's. From his description alone this must be Constable Steiner.<br/><br/>"Militärpolizei?"<br/><br/>The second constable is shorter, thinner, younger, the lad barely looks eighteen. He's trying to grow a mustache, but paradoxically it makes him look younger. Presumably this is Constable Treibig. His English as accented but understandable.<br/><br/>"You can't be in here. This is a crime scene."