Re: Brightwood, District of Colombia, USA - Section 91 HQ
Katrin "Minnie" Creuzberg had had, an interesting 48 hours since she'd landed in DC. She'd been to Arlington, to see her Father grave. Done a tour of the Smithsonian and met her half brother for a few beers and a few laughs. The Green Beret was doing well, showed her pictures of her half niece and nephew.
Of course he'd asked about why her arm was in a sling and why she'd occasionally grimace in pain when she tried to move. She assured him it was occupational hazards and spun a tail about taking down a perp while she was working border security.
In actuality she'd been shot while she was blowing her cover in an RAF (Red Army Faction) Meeting, though... The other guys were worse off than her.
Entering the Control room. Katrin smiled at Memphis and took a seat. Smelling the coffee, she spoke. Her English coming out not in the expected German Accent but a weird conglomeration of English and American.
"Where is the coffee? I'm in great need of some as well"