Martin hummed, "Okay, so Lausitz dies, to start off this little plan? I've heard crazier things. Like Operation Barbarossa for instance." He takes a deep breath, "Fine, I'll help. I just hope this means we don't get caught and don't get spotted by anyone that can trace us back to what we're doing. Last thing we need is news of this reaching certain people. My commander in the SS gets word of this. And I'm likely to stand before a firing squad. As are all of us if we're not careful. So let's make this count then." He straightened his uniform some, after doing so with an almost casual motion reaching to the back of his trousers and out of the sheath hidden there pulls out a sword bayonet free. The single edged blade long and with a slight patina, dulling the gleam of the blade. He nods, "I'll do and mingle then. And wait for the signal to cause a little close in chaos." He reached back again and slide the sword bayonet away. The soft hiss of the blade sliding away punctuating his resolve to help in anyway he can.

He looked about, "Anything I should know before I go. Oh...I ought to mention, outside of this room there is no Martin North. It's Uwe Graf, SS Intelligence Officer. We should use that. Being in the [i]Schutzstaffel[/i] may open some doors for us while we're out there." He grabbed his hat, tucking it under his arm, "I'll be below." He turned and made for the door, grabbing his half empty tankard as he went, taking his time just in case there was something that needed to be said.

But soon he's back below, slipping into the crowd of guests again, allowing a waitress to refill his tankard. And joining in on a conversation about the current state of the Nazi Party and by extension it's armies and plans. He bantered politely. But now his eyes flitted about, measuring the situation. Laustiz stood amidst the group, the center of attention, it's his party so of course he would be. There are enough men here to make a straight up fight untenable. Unless surprise is used of course. Or someone took a shot from where it's not expected. He wondered if the group upstairs had a sniper or a specialist waiting somewhere to help. He looked around scanning the room, trying to figure out where they could be and how he could help beyond the dicing he intended to do.