I began to write something in order to improve my english as well as my writing style. All rights naturally are reserved to me. Do not post, copy or distribute it without my written and verbal permission.
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The building that belonged to Naval Intelligence Services was for lack of other words simply dull. It was big, square, and grey and in some places badly wanting paint and in others crying for attention of a cleaning team. Dust that collected for decades in several places reached height of several centimeters. If not for the rains and strong winds it could have reached several meters, but since that the façade faced the ocean’s bay, the dust had to remain on its current level. The façade was the only part of the building that had windows so it was the only place where the building was in bad condition. The rest of the building could not shame his majesty’s palace in extravagancy with bright colors and golden armaments. The fact that that the armaments’ golden color was almost gone did not pose any question or problem for the officer that was in charge of the maintenance. Half of the armaments were stolen by the local teenagers that wanted to do something daring. Maintenance officer Murdock probably thought that the rest of them will be stolen soon enough, so he will not have to trouble himself with such petty problems. Other problems, like leaking roof or totally mad choice of colors (bright red, brown and acidly yellow and of course grey) that the building was painted with, were also regarded as petty. The only problem that was not petty in those bright eyes of a recently gutted fish was the problem with the name of the building that was written on the buildings rear (and total doorless) side with welded letters. These twenty six letters- NAVALE INTELLEGENCE CERVESIS were his bane, his source of nightmares and also our source of jokes on his part. Each night two things happened. The first one was theft of several letters and their proceeding dampening in a nearby lake, where they were left for Murdock that carried them all the way back and proudly nailed them in the morning to their proper place. The second thing was the appearance of another set of letters that pointed out the obvious analphabetic side of Murdock (that wrote the name in the first place) and his inability to do anything regarding that issue as well his inability to stop the night vandals. Murdock wanted to catch the thieves but he could not. Yes, he was still young enough and could give these “dirty rascals” a good chase and probably catch some, but he was as lazy as a cat on the sun. He went home precisely at eighteen hours. The kids appeared one or two hours later. Murdock wanted to hire some guards, but our superior, chief of NIS, Helmut, was too greedy man. He said to Murdock that he did not give a damn about these letters but if Murdock cared about them, he could gladly deprive Murdock of his salary and use it to hire the guards. Murdock who was at the very least as greedy as Helmut promptly refused.
As a matter of fact it was Helmut’s greediness that brought me here. The old mangy fox, which Helmut resembled both in his appearance and his intellect, did not pay my salary for the late month. He missed the deadline for a day and as I knew him if I did not collect it soon, I will not see it at all.