The seed of a plan was planted, now it was time to give it some time to grow and give it the necessary nourishments. Investors, aye; Money would be a suitable bait for greedy German engineer. A suitable machine for him to invent, some project for him to be involved? That was to be planned. And a suitable way for Sebastien Hirsch to meet Raguel. 

The way of dispatching the target was yet to be set in stone, though. Bullet, poison, knife, accident, explosion... They would know more whe they would be in Essen. They would need some good scouting, planning, backup plans, considerable time for planning and for action. Nestori scratched his nose; It itched when he was having his thoughts moving, or then it was a habit to help him focus. He returned to the present. The Canadian, Jean Lem... Something, was standing and pretty much ready to go, and everyone was having the same intend. There perhaps wasn't any more information to be gotten at the moment... But an ale or two with his new collegues wouldn't hurt. 

So he drank the last third of his whisky, wiped his lips as he put the glass on the table, and stood up. He cleared his throat as he rose. "Aye... Let's make more plans in Essen. I hope some fine Hotel will be reserved for us, heh heh... "He chuckled and straightened his back. "My name is Nestori Reponen. Nowadays a farmer, before that some rascal against the Russians. Scouting, tracking and Guerrilla warfare is my speciality. I don't speak too much Germany nor do I have an American accent, though I guess I can do my share for ten thousand pounds... But, we'll see that in Essen." He finished his introduction. Enough information to operate with for now, and later he would tell and show later.

Konstantine, Astrid and Jean. Those were his collegues now. A violinist, a farmer, a rebel and a mechanic. It was a merry little band to bring Raguel's sword upon the wretched sinners.