The Italians, Lausitz thought, what a merry bunch. He greeted them both with nothing more than a nod, a simple thank you that he barely mustered, and a firm demeanour. He didn't give a single fuck about them, and let them pass, the greaseball and the woman respectively. Probably up here on their own buisness, their papers probably would have been checked upon entering Ulm, so he had no concerns here. He began to drink down the wine, as well as the other SS officer that had come in. The Seal had been utterly careless for them, it wasn't his problem. He was getting drunk here, and enjoying this little moment of his. 

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The number gathered, fewer than Robert had anticipated, but the beer was there, and the confidentiality and secrecy still upheld. This would be enough, he knew that much. Just enough to start a fire.

Sitting up, Robert looked across the table at the people assembled, hardly hiding his demeanour.
"There's a reason, Martin." Robert coldly added, drinking down a little beer, as Lukasz looked across.
"Aye, he has a point. Killing that bastard starts this all off. But I'll let Robert explain." Lukasz added, nodding to the SOE agent, the Italian girl and the others coming in, taking seats.

"You're probably wondering why you're here. Okay, I'll give you an honest answer. There's several hundred million dollars worth of Nazi gold, on a train, leaving Ulm for Berlin. We are going to make sure it doesn't go that way. We are going to take it to Switzerland, and stop it at a water station, located near a viaduct a few miles south of here. Kill anyone in our way, and take it south. I believe we have a driver in our midst, as it's a diesel locomotive, it shouldn't take more than just you and some of the crew as hostages. They'll co-operate, with incentive certainky. My contacts already have the signals set for a train going southward, a few dead people, some others bribed in the railways. The train just has to keep rolling to Lake Konstanz." Robert simply said, chuckling.

"The gold will be carried through Switzerland, and you will receive a share of it, before the rest is dumped and the train derailed above a mountain lake. Irretrievable, because the Swiss authorities won't let a single German soldier come in to find it. You help make the Reich poorer, and help to win the war. While making yourselves richer. The finer details of the plan will come as of the moment, when you need to know. If I told you exactly who was involved...well, that would be telling. " Robert added, simply outlining the plan, knowing it was a lot to take in, as he leaned in on the table.

"Downstairs, Herr Lausitz is the head of the security network that mobilises any internal response to my little scheme. So now is your opportunity to make your decision. If you don't want to come, you walk away out of this bar, and won't be able to stop it by the time it's underway. But if you do....then join us in making this work. I promised a plan I needed specific individuals for. The heist has been laid out. It just needs you on board. And Herr Lausitz and his chums need to be filled with lead. Lukasz?" Robert laid it out plenty cleanly, drinking down a little more of the pint as he headed across the room, moving to a cabinet, opening it up. Pulling the one of the large crates out, he carried it, the burly Pole throwing it onto the table with a loud bang. He gently flipped the clips, pushing it open, chuckling.
"Indeed he does. Hitler's Buzzsaw would agree." The MG42 was hooked up to a drum magazine, with a customized grip on the barrel, as he shook his head.

"There's a couple of Stens in there spare, if anyone wants them. You can stash them inside your coats, till the time is right. I'll go downstairs in a moment to speak with Herr Lausitz, and make sure that old chap is about for his best birthday present. His contingent of men are going to need dealing with too. Find a position, and on my mark, be ready. Once we're done, move out to the back, and head toward an Opel lorry for us all, that I've left by the church. The Viaduct is 10km south-east of the town, following the main route to Augsberg. It's going to be a bit of a mess." Robert added, waiting on the response, before he got too ahead of himself.