Leutnant Dieter Reinelt was not the sort of man one expected to find in the military. For one thing, he fidgeted. And, he knew, experienced military men did not fidget. They certainly did not fuss with shirt-sleeves, or re-fold the announcement of where and when to be for his new position several times within the space of three minutes. That was not proper behavior fitting of a Leutnant.
That somehow failed to stop him.
The thought occurred to him that he could be remarkably unsuited to this job. He didn't know yet what it entailed exactly, except not weaponry or violence, which was good, but he couldn't help but wonder if he'd stuck his foot into too deep of a puddle. Not that he had much choice, after the threats he'd been given before... Anyway.
With just a touch of reluctance borne of anxiety, Dieter knocked on the door to his new superior's office, and prepared for anything.
Or, roughly, everything. And possibly nothing, as well.