A thought of mingling among the high society made David nervous, to say the least. He hadn't been this nervous since his first raid in North Africa with the SAS almost a year ago. David had felt calm as they had been flown from Camp Toccoa to New York. Colonel Clarke had stayed in the camp, while Hanks had come with them, only to disappear after they had come to New York a few days ago. They had been given a very spacious, almost luxurious apartment to prepare their disguises and aliases. At least it was better than anything David could afford on his officer's pay check.

And the big night had come. The team was preparing, and each of them had been given a proper alias. David's alias was quite simple; he'd pose as a Marine officer from New York, a Captain named David Rogers. He was dressed in the Marine uniform.

Belasý had been assigned as his avec to the party. David didn't really know what to think of her. She was the quietest of the team, and that would have alarming in a normal recruit or soldier, but no one of them was exactly normal. She clearly had baggege with her.

The party would take place in a six storey hotel in Manhattan, named the Golden Fleece, after the Greek mythology. It was said to be one of the best hotels in the City, and it was famed for its elegant restaurant and great customer service. The reception, the restaurant and a big ballroom were situated in the ground floor, while the rest of the floors were reserved for the hotel's guests.

The hotel itself was mostly built from smooth red bricks and had rooms for two hundred people. The ballroom could fit about one hundred fifty people easily and leave some room to maneuver. As far as David knew, there were going to be almost a hundred people invited to the party. It made looking for a spy difficult, but as Hanks had assured, there would be a few FBI agents undercover for assistance.

The party would start at seven o'clock with some Champagne and speeches, as far as David knew. [i]The hotel's Champagne must cost a fortune[/i], David thought. The objective was to stay near the Senator and to look after him. Just in case the spy took his chance at his life.

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Hasso Steiner was also preparing for the evening in his apartment. For the past few days, he had been practising and preparing for this evening. He would go to the party as a import and export agent named Franklin House of the Universal Exports. It was a shell company, of course, and there wasn't a Franklin House. Well, not anymore. Franklin House had been a single man with not much family, and he had been a very reclusive person, until Hasso had killed him and asssumed his identity. Hasso could mimic other people, but he had to meet and talk to them first, so he could mimic their way of speech and mannerisms, every little detail and posture.

The shell company had bought an invitation to the party, and Hasso was ordered to go the party and kill George Kellermann. He was to kill Senator Emmerich, if an oppurtunity rose, but it wasn't necessery. His contact's had provided the last details to the mission.

It was time. Hasso started to morph into Franklin House. House had been a tall and thin man, almost ghoulish figure with black hair and blue eyes. A real pen pusher. It always tickled when Hasson morphed into a new person, and it took some time, but in the end, it was easy for him.

Franklin House dressed in his best suit, took an umbrella, and left the building.