[i]Outside the Dark Bear[/i]

A Silver and black Merecedes-Benz 320A rolled up to the front door of the brauhaus. The SS intelligence officer, a tall and severe looking man in the SS uniform, who gets out looks around and sighs, "Cold...quite cold. Fascinating though." he signals to the private in the car to go and park nearby before taking his time off for now. This is Martin North, AKA Uwe Graf, Nazi Intelligence officer by day, Canadian Deep Cover counter intelligence by night. He adjusts his great coat then heads into the building.

Fashionably late as it were. He looks about the bottom floor, his eyes running over the people. He didn't want to admit it, but there had been rumours something was going to happen here. The intelligence wasn't clear, and they hadn't really done anything about it in his department at Abwehr so he wasn't going to call attention to anything. Either way he had been invited to the birthday party happening on the second floor. And he intended to be there. No one would notice the long bladed single handed combat knife hidden in the back of his trousers he figured. Just in case after all.

He walked across the bottom floor, handing his coat and hat to a waitress who came to check on him, "Hide these in the very back of the coat room please Fräulein. Well out of the way of anyone else who is here for the party please." After saying that he assumes a kind of half smile. Walking up and saluting the gathered officers of the Schutzstaffel gathered for the party. He appropriates a tankard of beer, sharing a toast and a drink with the man of the hour, "Herr Lausitz, an honor to be invited to your birthday party. Immensely so indeed. Thank you. And many more years to come yes? Heil the Third Reich, Heil Hitler and of course great honor and long life to Herr Laustiz." He raised his tankard as the other attendees joined him in the toast.

As the conversations restarted he made a round of the guests, greeting majors, colonels, and noted captains. Handshakes and salutes, smiles and words of greeting. When he felt he had made enough of an impression he drifted to the rear of the party. Then when he felt he wouldn't be missed he made his way carefully up the stairs, and into the upper floor of the brauhaus. When he got up there he rubbed a cheek and put the barely touched tankard of beer on a ledge, "It tastes like swill. I'm not sure how they can drink it. What is going on here exactly?" He looked to the Italian, then to the others gathered in the room already, his german accent fading rather quickly as he broke character, "Canadian intelligence tells me they need me in some random place and some random time and to be there as soon as I can. What's going on? And why are we meeting here of all places while there's an SS party going on down there?" The Canadian accent that appears in his voice is much differant from the harsh edged German accent he was speaking moments ago.