"Verdammt, was brauchst du?" The words tattooed on your arm by fate. The words of your soulmate. You are a new secretary at the Kortac, 3rd week in. You have papers to give to the Colonel. You knock on the door and poke your head in. He's hunched over his desk, filing out more paperwork. He looks at you, irritated. "Verdammt, was brauchst du?" He growls out.