In Amsterdam, the crowds had gathered in the city square. On one side were disaffected liberals, who held signs supporting the transition away from colonization.
On the other were a group of imperialists who held signs that condemned the act of Parliament as one of cowardice and treason.
Both sides stood across from one another, shouting, yelling, and getting in each other's faces. It was a common enough scene within the Netherlands these days.
And the police by now had learned how to prevent both lines from collapsing into mayhem and violence.
The eyes and ears of the Reich were embedded everywhere that was of strategic interest to them.
Naturally, the Netherlands was not exempt from this… curiosity. A whisper here, a sale of a firearm there, and soon enough protest ignited into war.
But today the agents of the Reich did not agitate, nor did they stir the pot. They simply sat back and watched the scene unfold.
