PROSE
Mateusz Antczak
The Bureau of Government Protection officially had six departments dealing with security, organization, transport and procurement. The 7th Department was a secret unit responsible for collecting intelligence information. Gwalbert had no more questions to ask. He knew that Wrona wouldn’t give him any answers. She had no access to interesting data. The Banquet was a complex of shelters whose objective was to survive various wartime operations, including atomic threat. A two-store building should accommodate the head of state with the family and a staff of defense management generals. The concrete block buried in the ground was covered with gravel so that it resembled a small earth embankment securing the old railway track. Hence its name, although the Bureau people had changed it as if it referred to some luxurious party. Wrona quickly took the president out of the car and accommodated him at the Banquet. Before Mrówecki could make himself at home, the lieutenant disappeared. The apartment intended for Gwalbert and his family did not resemble the chambers of the Palace at Krakowskie Przedmieście, or even the presidential box at the National Stadium. Bunk beds were covered with military sleeping bags. Apart from the beds, there were also stools and a table, bookcases and an operating centre in the space which served as a dining room. ‘Take a look Mister President’, instructed Major Foltyn, the Head of the 7th Department, putting on the table blurred as if rushed photos. The man who looked like the 17th century gentry member spoke indistinctly, as if his lush mustache blocked the spoken words. For the time being, he was the only commander who had managed to reach the Banquet. Twelve people, including Major
Mega*Zine Lost&Found #25/2019
Animation | RE-animation