46°N 08°E Richard Lüscher Britos 2013

Wensker and his crew were in constant use this weekend. Every summer there was a metal festival in Aicha vorm Wald. Their security, much more professional than Schubert and Haller, had most things under control. But from time to time police presence was needed. This year, it was thought, this would be especially the case, since the festival was cancelled last year. In addition, a special band had announced itself from Switzerland, whose frontmen called themselves Bloodxclat and Siegbert Claudius Crava, called Che by everyone. As a rule, a lot of things got broken during their performances, equipment and noses. In addition, the first rows usually wrapped themselves in rain capes, even when the sun was shining brightly. The knowing audience resorted to empirical evidence.

Now one was called quite briskly, on the spot offered itself Wensker then the following picture: "what is going on here? First of all, good day, gentlemen!"
"Hello Officer, all the beer has been stolen, the mob is going crazy with thirst! Don't let anything else happen!"
"Any leads on the culprit? Or the perpetrators?"
"A couple of rockers were seen leaving drunk just before and one must have lost a piercing."
"Let me see that." Wensker read "Made in Herne." "more likely a beer piercing, Gacker."

Suddenly a shout and two sinister figures were seen pike across the square towards cars without number plates. Shortly after, the initiators of the festival came to Wensker in a state of dissolution: "Robbed! We've been robbed! After them!"
"Schubert! Haller! After them! I'm doing this!"
Turning to the initiators: "what were those guys?"
"We recognized little, one had something of Che Guevara only without the beard, without the hair, rather Caucasian, but otherwise...well, differently dressed, also differently tall and the weight did not fit either."
"Anything else?"
"the two of them smelled special, so natural like the forest."
"Tell me more!"
"What can I say? It smells like a forest. Like fir trees by a clear mountain lake. Like resin. After pines on the slope of a mountain amidst greenery, and a mild sun is enthroned above it. Like an idyll without people. In the background there is a cool note, it smells of moss, it smells balsamic, it smells calming and dreamy. It smells of home, of home unchanged for centuries. Does that help you?"
"Yes. Now I want to take a vacation there," Wensker flattened. Didn't go down well so he continued:

"Okay, all right. With luck, my colleagues got them too. Here they come already....what kind of elevator are you in?"
"Hello Cheffe, were still at the merchandising stand, we have bought a few cool shirts. Do we stand out less here."
Wensker read: "Amon Amarth....Lunar Aurora....so, so. And the camouflage works despite the khaki pants and police cap?"
"There's still a drinking helmet to get over it but then"
"And where are the thieves?"
"We lost them at the stall. The trader asked so nicely and you don't want to be rude."
"......."

Once at the station they were dejected until the intern came in, "Guys, look, are these your two that got multiple flashes here? Tracking says they crossed the border into Switzerland."
"Well, they're...wait a minute! They're playing with that band! Che! So the one from the festival was right! After them!"
They jumped in the car and since the band's bassist, Bloodxclat, shared their current coordinates on social media, they knew they had to get to Spechhorn in the Valais Alps.

Wensker and his men got off at their destination and followed their nose. They knew the scent from the festival, but here it seemed very natural. No wonder, it smelled like forest here, like resin, like nature.
"How it smells here! Wonderful! Of fir, of pine, simply picturesque, simply woodsy-elysian!"
"All right, Haller! I don't want you to be a faun and dance around here."
"Who knows? That ethereal cooling element underneath, that makes a lot of difference! Gives the pines something deep and sublime! It smells more than green, it really smells like nature. A quiet scent but yet always noticeable."

Then Wensker called out, "There they are! Leaning against trees, drinking Hardöpfel and eating fondue! Put them down!"
Schubert and Haller quickly rolled forward with ninja rolls, both unfortunately then rolling into a creek. So Wensker rules it, "Hands up! Good so! Now I'll tie you to trees for now!"
After Schubert and Haller were also back, Wensker gave the duo the guarding while he took care in the reinforcement.
Suddenly Che spoke up, "Hey, you two! Are you guys even in charge of Switzerland?"
Schubert and Haller turned around in amazement, "Uh, uh, no?"
"Yes, then you'll have to cut us loose, that's not the way to do it."
"Hm...he's right, Schubert. Untie them!"
Laughing, Bloodxclat and Che Crava were about to leave when Haller called out, "Just a minute!"
"Yes?"
"You forgot your money bags, didn't you?"
"Oh..yes, thank you very much gentlemen! The police, your friend and helper! Now we must!"
"You're always welcome!" the German police duo called after them.