"So you're not unleashing us on staff members yet. Just a complicit, independent contractor." Astrid chewed on her lip and eyes looked up towards the ceiling with a thoughtful look brightening her face. "Choices! So many choices!" She sighed, her eyes closing for a moment before looking back down at the gentlemen before her. "Such things do not need to be discussed now, however. Especially in the open. I think I may retire for the evening, if that is all that we will be discussing tonight. Will we each be getting copies of this information? Or if not, would you mind that I take notes? I will hand them over to you when we have eliminated each target, of course, so that the information can be properly filed away or destroyed. I don't care."

A robbery gone wrong? A trip down the stairs? Or the remorseful engineer, creating his final invention: his death? There were many possibilities to taking a (presumably) rich man cleaning his bloody hands down for the count. And if she had to be honest, the faked suicide seemed the most attractive. It would coincide with his supposed ignorance at the horror wrought by his inventions, and make the man seem devastated at their misuse. Of course, that also depended upon the man himself. Then again, everyone had secrets, and the truly suicidal never tell anyone of their intentions. She once again tilted the empty crystal glass in her hand, and ran a nail between the grooves to distract the chill that ran up her spine for the second time that night. She was discussing the murder of a man. A horrible man who deserved to die and be judged by God, yes, but such a thing was not to be treated lightly. This was no casual matter to her. If there was one thing Astrid wished to avoid during this whole business, it was to sink to the level of depravity that the Nazis did: she wished she never fell to the point that she treated all these lives like chess pieces, or animals to be slaughtered. She did not block the chill, nor did she wish it to go away. Instead, she focused on it, and savored it. She told herself to never let go of that feeling: it would be a bittersweet reminder in the time to come.