Matthias Rueger sat rather nonchalantly, clad in his usually bland attire, in a booth or two away from the action, he had a good view of the sport, though he was rather distracted by a delectable sandwich he'd procured earlier he watched with mild interest. Another brawl in this bar wasn't big news, and he'd little need of the small laptop sitting a few inches down the table from him.

Matthias Rueger looked to the newcomer with a raised eyebrow, but little vocal reaction, rather chewing on his sandwich. The chance for easy money was easily more important that some fools trying to kill each other in a public establishment. Inviting the man to continue with a nod, he slid his right hand within easy reach of his computer.

Matthias Rueger eyed the man as he took a seat directly across from Matthias, something about him was shifty, though he soon found himself nodding in agreement with the man's points, in between bouts of chewing on his sandwich. Listening further, the man proposed the concept of a home and of private enterprise, asking of such was proper, which garnered a monotone "Ja." from Matthias as soon as he choked down another bite of his meal.

Matthias Rueger blinked for a moment, distracted by the flashy happenings so close to himself in the bar, though he soon turned back to the man across from him. The man spoke of hiring him to do a job, such things phased him little, though he asked him if he could count on Matthias. Pondering for a few moments, he finished his meal as he considered whether to falsify his answer, though he soon gave his judgment, "How much pay?"

Matthias Rueger shrugged, licking some mayonnaise that'd managed to get onto his fingers, he thought on the matter as the thought of a hundred thousand in the bank tantalized his mind. "What's your trade, and who do you want dead?"

Matthias Rueger pondered for a moment, taking in what the man had to say, taking a heavy draw from the cool brew he'd ordered along with the meal. Setting the mug down, he soon asked the man, "How often are you at odds with the law?"

Matthias Rueger allowed one of his eyebrows to cock itself for a moment before replying, "I'm in." The sudden acceptance could be considered odd by some, but it served Matthias' orders.

Matthias Rueger finished the rest of his beer before taking the card and placed it in his left breast pocket, the small plastic piece sliding effortlessly in. "Fair enough." was all he said in reply to the man, though he soon inquired, "When do I start?"

Matthias Rueger stood, brushing off the crumbs that'd accumulated on his shirt from where he'd partaken of his meal, relieved to know that he'd some time to himself before he started his new part time job. Though, at the behest of his new employer, he divulged one of his aliases, "Josef Corbett, sir." Inhaling for a moment, he soon countered, offering his hand, "I could ask the same."

Matthias Rueger chuckled in response, the man's humor took root with Matthias as he shook the man's hand. "Very well, sir. I'll see you tomorrow then?"

Matthias Rueger soon took up his weapon and made his way from the Bar, eager to report to the Hegemony of the developments in the insurgency, as well as allocate funding for the buildup of more weapons caches.

Matthias Rueger spots the irrefutably notorious (and slightly ridiculous) xeno-assassin, Kai, and subsequently scoots out of the bar post-haste.

Matthias Rueger sighed as he returned once again to the socially cold bar, a rather nonchalant look on the face of the man, one accented with rather minimalist glasses, his casual attire doing little to keep out the frigid breeze that blew outside. Stepping inside he rubbed his shoulders with his free hand, a rather futile attempt to generate a bit of friction, while in the other he carried his laptop. Looking about the rather empty establishment, he hurried over to his usual spot - a secluded booth in the rear of the place - glancing at the two other individuals in the place before resuming his daily activity of soliciting the corner of the place for its wi-fi.

Matthias opened his laptop slowly, pondering just what to order from the rather pleasant touch-screens that the place had installed, though as he hopped onto Gambit's wi-fi the headlines on his homepage stopped him cold.

Caliphate 6th and 7th Fleets Missing, Crisis in the Razorbacks.

He'd forgotten about his order by now, rather concentrating on the article before him, reading with eyes that no longer bore the dull look of apathy.

Matthias Rueger inhabited his usual corner of the bar, quite content to stare at the screen of the laptop sitting on the table before him, the logos of major news agencies easily reflecting off of his minimalist spectacles. The recent headlines had spurred him into a sense of action, roused from his usually nonchalant routine of observation and passive resistance to the Tripartite.

Caliphate 6th and 7th Fleets Missing Amidst Unprecedented Withdraw.

This was surely what he'd been preparing for, the only other explanation would be ultimate failure... and such was not something that his Imperial Majesty would allow. Idly tapping at his upper lip, his head resting in his right palm, he was clad in a rather bulky raincoat, his accompanying hat sitting beside his computer and beverage.

He was, for now, to wait. The Coalition must first falter, though perhaps his action would come sooner than expected.

Matthias Rueger looked nonchalantly to the trio of Coalition marines that entered the establishment, taking only a slight change of posture in response, sliding a finger down the side of his armored laptop, the disc drive soon opening on the front of the device, oddly shaped in its design, which he soon slid a hand under, gripping it. Continuing to read as their leader approached him, he seemingly ignored the bunch until he spoke, the phrase undoubtedly familiar. He soon responded, his voice rather monotone, allowing his accent to show, "I hadt hoped to partake of deh local cuisine, actually." Turning his gaze to look over the man, his next words were oddly natured, "I am impressed, herr Grosha, I vas not exp-hecting a disguize of such... quality." Turning back to his laptop, he relinquished his grip on the drive, nodding in the direction of the other side of the booth. "Please, sit."

Matthias Rueger shrugged, bluffing a smirk that did little to hide his lack of mood, closing the weapon before him slowly, eying his drink before responding to Nikolai. "Vell, such is güt to know, though I've developed quite a liking to this beverage..." His smirk disappeared, replaced instead by an odd grimace, one that brought out the lines of his face, "Deh name escapes me... Professor Spice, or something." Shaking his head, he soon turned back to Grosha, eager to be on with the negotiations, thus far the only true feelings he'd expressed, "But vat of you, herr Grosha? Being deh first to have discovered my nature I am rather... interested, in how things have come about, as vell as vat you might have to gain?" In the open collar of the overcoat one could catch the glint of light off of silver bullion, two collar tabs bearing oak leaves upon a black tunic's collar.

Matthias Rueger allowed a hint of a genuine smile to climb onto his face, his indoctrination managing to instill some feelings of pride within him at hearing such. Truly there was some civilization left outside of the Empire's borders. "It is radder disturbing," reaching into his overcoat, he unbuttoned one of the pockets of his tunic, and fiddling with the contents he continued, "just how similar ve are." Slowly removing his hand, as to avoid any unnecessary worry, he held in his fingers a rather small booklet, roughly the size of one's extended hand, its rough cover hidden in shadow until he laid it softly upon the table between he and Grosha. "Deh Coalition obviously hasn't changed," rotating the book until it faced Grosha in the correct direction, he pushed it towards him, a striking jet-black stamp of a runic L and W upon the cover, "I hope you are a student of history, brüder."

Matthias Rueger nodded, he appreciated the information undoubtedly, as would his superiors, taking the device and placing it beside him in the booth before addressing the man's inquiry. Sighing, Matthias leaned forward, taking the book up and opening the first page, turning it about once he'd found what he was looking for. On the inside cover was a portrait of a rather humble, middle aged man, in contrast to the one on the opposing page, bearing a rather young, headstrong individual of striking resemblance. Forgoing the black uniform and golden bullion for a gray tunic with yellow piping, he stood beside a tricolor banner, peaked cap under arm. "It is... an echo." Placing the book back onto the table and leaning back in his booth once more, he added, "An echo of a happier time." Regaining his composure from the small tirade, Grosha obviously not very familiar with scatteran history, he returned to the discussion at hand.

"Hegemony forces vould be eager to assist your cause, given dat dey can make it to your locale."

Matthias Rueger listened as the man made his situation clear, ending such with a rather incredible suggestion, one that Matthias was unsure of. "As enthralling as dat proposition may sound..." he paused, tapping the portrait of the younger man, "My Lord might object to such a happening." He bowed his head for a moment before he finished, "Our objective is not extermination, herr Grosha, rather... retaliation."

"Ve vant dem to suffer as ve did."