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He kneeled down on the carpet, stationing himself infront of the philco radio. He originally bought one just for the look of it, thinking it would look classy in his office, he never knew it couldve come in handy. Herbet grazed the surface of it with his hand, dust sticking to his fingers. There wasnt a blemish or scrape in sight.
His hand travelled down to the radio dials, hovering over the text reading, "Off - On - Tone". He turned the dial clockwise, stopping when the point faced on. He waited in bated breath, keeping his ears open for any language spoken.
…
Nothing.
He groaned, "Dummes ding.."
He bought the damn thing for 500 reichsmark, and it didnt even work properly. He pushed his glasses further up his nose, looking at the collection of dials again. One of them read, "Volume".
He adjusted the dial, slowly turning it up. The static got louder, to the point where Herbet could feel the vibrations under his knees. He put his ear up against the speaker, trying to locate any words being overtaken by the relentless fizz.
The radio started to boom with a man's trans-atlantic voice, startling the doctor, "-we recieved some startling news from one of the spokesmans, concerning the incident surrounding-"
His fingers hastefully fiddled with the volume dial, his heart felt like it was going to shoot out of him, "Zu laut, zu laut!"
The man's voice gradually went to a steady whisper, much to Herbert's relief.