YF-N-6888 (nb: Inn near railway, north of main train station)
"Welcome to Daron's City. Nice to meet, you, Mister -"
"Smith.", said Rudolph Schnaubelt.
Momence laughed at the thick German flavor in the simple single word uttered through the long beard.
"Right, right, very good. OK then, Mr. Smith. How long do you intend to stay here? We can make your stay more comfortable, if you like."
"I frankly wish to discuss the matter of May First."
"Mhm." Momence figured he would get right down to business without recognizing the offer for some fun to be bought.
"The labor and the businesses both expect strikes on the day. We think this would be a good time to act. We think both sides will blame each other instead."
"Right, I see that. So how do you want us to help you?"
"I need to learn how to make, uh, boom. Bomb. I need materials they can't find the source."
"I understand you, Smithy. I understand." Momence smiled broadly. He preferred the exchanges to be like this, where the client just comes out and asks rather than have to beat around code phrases and watch language. His broken English helped here, if anything. "So here's what we do for you. You take a room here for a day and relax. I'll get you some points with the bar. Tomorrow, I'll send-"
"But I am ready now."
"Smith, Jesus! This May Day shit is more than a year away. Time's on your side on this one, OK? Just relax and listen. We set you up. We show you how to use the goods we send you. We show you how we'll deliver it. We'll do it slowly so you teach your brothers. Got it?"
"Yes." Somehow, Schnaubelt managed to say the simple word 'yes' in a palpably thick accent.
"what places do you have in mind?"
"Well... New York. And. Well, all big cities. All places were there are many workers."
"Y'know, maybe you should consider Chicago for this. Chicago's really loose right now."
"Chicago." Schnaubelt said the city's name in deep contemplation.
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