Sebastien Hirsch. Man leading western Germany to new age of technology in Essen. Behind that righteous and ambitious man was a ruthless businessman who created machines to torture, kill and make experiments with the unlucky residents. Nestori took another sip from his whisky. It burned his mouth like acid. And as it went down his throat, he had the small spark of murderous intend in him. His lips twitched to a small smirk that he forcefully tried to kill.

Though he started to understand that he wasn't the only one in this group that knew about killing (Of course, though. They wouldn't have been called otherwise). The American man had a man he wanted to be found and killed. Added to the Raguel's list. Killing intent or wish of vengeance so strong that he didn't even take payment. The Swedish woman was already asking details of the manner of this death. She was beautiful, intelligent... And dangerous. And as for the Violin maker... He had been as eager as Nestori to take on this job. He was silent listener, with only one or two comments every now and then. Professional.

Nestori took a deep breath in and blew air slowly through his nostrils as he was thinking about the job. He didn't speak German but a word or five (thanks to a German medic in his team who was among "The Foxes" for a few missions). Nor did he know much about these factories where they made these machine. But perhaps he could work as a paying customer. He tapped his fingers against the glass of whisky, thinking what he'd possibly could ask for.
 A small smirk came by his lips as the Swedish woman started to talk again. "If you're to leave now, I think our employers won't be here next time we meet." He said to the woman, before turning his head towards the Rabbi and Captain. "What kind of business is this... Sebastian's engineer business? He creates these small medical items? Or bigger machines too?"