2 Works in Shousetsu Bang*Bang
Dieter watched the crowd flow around him in the largest ballroom in the German Embassy. His eye was drawn far too often to the same figure: a tall man in late middle age with close-cropped chestnut hair, whose black tuxedo and smart black tie stood out only if you knew the signs of good bespoke tailoring. Lord Adrian Montrose had been a thorn in his side when they had been younger. They had run into each other all over Europe, in the Gulf states, and even behind the theoretically impenetrable Iron Curtain. But the Berlin Wall had long since fallen, and Dieter was retiring, setting down the burdens he had carried for so many years.
Look, it's not even remotely all my fault. There's more than enough fubar to go around on this one. And let's be honest, the universe enjoys fucking with us, and some days, it comes in for seconds while you're still catching your breath and wondering where your skivvies landed. And no, I didn't see it coming. Precog doesn't work like that.