Bruno alone on a beach outside Havana. His greatcoat flapped in the wind as a mild breeze swept over his figure.
His hands were placed firmly behind his back as he gazed across the sea, perhaps attempting to violate the curvature of the Earth and witness the land of his enemy.
Heinrich approached from behind, his boots leaving firm prints in the sand with each step taken.
And then he stood silently, waiting for the Reichsmarschall to stir from his torpor. In the end, Bruno did not shift his person, but his voice was carried softly through the surrounding air.
"What news do you bring?"
Heinrich cleared his throat, looking down at the intelligence report in his hands.
