<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.counter-currents.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/WilliamJoyce.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Wallace Aiden Burthold-Campbell<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>British Citizen<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Nursing a coffee and cigarette<br/><hr/><br/>It had been ‘A Night’ for Wallace and he woke up reliving the ‘Incident’ at St. Micheal’s Mount. Almost a year and he still was there as the light of flash peeled away the layers of reality.. He shook his head as he got out and walked in with the Frau, normally he’d flirt with the lovely widow but this morning he was still reliving things he could drink away or wall up behind any of a variety of other ‘therapies’ proposed by the doctors attached to the Ministry.<br/><br/>“Thank you for that Frau Mayer.. I imagine that he’s got something more interesting that chasing snipes about the city this time.” He said in fluent German to her as he opened a pack of cigarette and tapped one out and tucked the pack away, pouring a cup for himself before looking back at her. “I know.. I’m British.. I should be drinking tea but it was a horrid night last night, I need the energy.”  He added a dash of sugar, that was from his own cache at the barracks, before snatching up the ash tray and taking a seat to wait on the others, one of the perks of not being able to sleep was you could leave a touch earlier from the barracks. He sipped his third cup of the morning, he’d had two at the barracks, and then lit his cigarette.<br/><br/>He dearly wished he could get his custom blend from London but the next package from his family was at least a week away and he’d already smoked them. He alternated between smoking and drinking as he looked the room off. ‘Captain’ was still a raw thing to him, having been ‘Professor’ or “Agent’ as he was part of MI10 instead of the actual military. Of course ‘10 was going away as were several other of the directories. Odds were when he was done here in Berlin, he’d be brought into some new organization and have to play silly office games in a new directorate.<br/><br/>He was working on his third cigarette as the others came in, greeting each in turn as they arrived as he fidgeted and rubbed his scar unconsciously as he tried to relax. He was doing better, reliving the ‘Incident’ only every other week now. He started to relax as the Frau returned to announce that Comrade Androshenko was on his way. He recalled what little he’d figured about the man. Clearly someone high up in the Party, and given his facility with English, Wallace was certain he had been a spy for sometime.<br/><br/>“ Comrade Androshenko, good morning.” He said as the man arrived and settled in for the breaking. The arrival of the Frau with a teletype meant that it wasn’t ‘rumor chasing’ today. He could sense that something was coming.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Trust</div><div class="spoiler_body">Tossed a coin to see who gave what. Figure he knows Dumond longer and just met Briggs. <br/>Captain Dumond got +2d6 trust from Wallace<br/>Captain Briggs got +1d6 from Wallace.</div></div>