Rolf was searching, searching, searching. And you know what? He found little, very little. He found two medals, one an East German Für Treue Dienste, and an American high school rifle team medal, the rail of an airsoft G36K, an LP of The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars, three authentic, vintage Reservist Rations, from the Great War, and a briefcase, made of old, black leather, closed by a belt-like device, in which he carried most of his finds, except the medals. He wore the American one pinned on his suit, and the German one around his neck. But he hadn't found any of his ammo, or any other ammo for that matter.
Rolf continued looking, not finding anything else, to his extreme disappointment. He was about to give up, and go back outside, when he heard the opening chords to some song, unfamiliar to Rolf, who had grown up on staple East German songs, and a few popular songs from West Germany, if reception was well enough. The song didn't matter, the fact that it was being played did. Rolf quickly tied his suitcases together with his tie, and headed toward the sound of the music, Desert Eagle drawn, his stance resembling a dueler of old. Along the way, he passed a most curious sight.
There in the corridor was the very rude American, derobed, literally, reaching for something. "If you wanted to feel the cold, alien wind on your skin, you could have at least closed the door, Queen." Queen of course, being part of the title of a David Bowie song, prominent on the album Hunky Dory, this is what Rolf called her, in German of course. He wouldn't want to offend her again, after he had offended her earlier, though Rolf was still entirely clueless as to what he had done to deserve her hatred. "But get something on, or fight like that, I don't care. We have a sound to investigate." And with that, Rolf left the room, reminding himself to ask their alien Freund der Tag if the scavengers found security cameras valuable.
So Rolf was on his way to the sound where he again passed by a curious sight. Purple-blue blood, if Rolf remembered right, a sign of bleeding mollusks in the area, or at least some creature with hemocyanide or hemocyanin, whatever it was called that made the blood blue instead of red when oxidized. Somebody was either attacked or had an accident. The same blood on a jagged piece of metal suggested the later theory. So Rolf headed to the source of the noise, which turned out to be one of their own. "Stop that racket before some creature comes in and slays you." Just then, Rolf spied it. In the corner was a box of his precious Manstopper ammunition. Rolf grabbed it triumphantly, he had more ammo, 24 rounds to be exact.
