Night.
Prohibition Bureau.
Marvin sat at his desk, lost in deep thought.
The recent phone call still echoed in his ears.
"Marvin."
"General, it's you, salutations!"
"How are things in Wenster?"
"Everything is going smooth…"
"Do you have a young man named Albertine under your command?"
"Yes, General."
"Why, is he outstanding?"
"He indeed…"
"So outstanding that you can't keep him under control?"
"…"
"Marvin, I've always had high expectations for you. You understand the rules, and things like this shouldn't happen under your watch. If you can't control him, I wouldn't mind teaching him a lesson myself."
"General… I know what to do now."
At this moment, the door opened, and Albertine, slightly smelling of alcohol, came to him and sat down.
"What is it, my superior, any orders this time? I'm keeping an eye on those Old Continent guests. Thanks to them, I even took some communion, drank a bit openly. Honestly, we should arrest them too, shouldn't we?"
