Alex stepped off of the black Mi-24 Hind and looked around at Berlin Airport. A small group of gray clad officers stood by a black staff car. One of them stepped forward, the most decorated. "Aerial Alex?" Alex nodded and approached them. The officer had short gray hair, a handle bar mustache, half of his face, the left half, was replaced by cyborg fixtures. His rank indicated he was a Major General. "My name is Major General Zimmerman, welcome to the Berlin Protectorate." Another, younger man, emerged from the crowd. "This is Colonel Farris, he'll be your commanding officer."

Alex and Farris's car was right behind Zimmerman's as they sped down the Autobahn. "So, Aerial, you come right from Moscow?" Alex nodded. "Under Hayden's command." Alex nodded again. "Excellent, then I can make use of you. Welcome to Section XIV Aerial Alex."

"In truth, all people should fear authority for what it appears to be. But authority, should always fear their people."