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"Hmm." Astrid had hummed to herself as she glanced through her file, before lifting and widening her eyes at the array of weapons before her. "Erm... Yes. Thank you. But do we really need these? I understand for self defense purposes, for the worst case scenario if our backs are to a wall, but surely we are not planning to use these for the actual murders. It would be foolish to assume these Nazis are not keeping tabs on each other. At some point, someone is going to be clever enough to deduce that all of these former officials from Ste. Christina are being assassinated. Using these will only hasten that conclusion to be made, which, needless to say, will make our jobs more difficult. We should strive for accidental deaths. The less we need to directly involve ourselves, the better. Regardless, I don't trust myself with a gun or any of these other weapons, so I shall stick to my scarf." She then lifted the cream colored scarf in question and fingered at its silver threads. "These are aluminum, all threaded in a net pattern. No one will break this when it's securely wrapped around their throat. And it's unassuming." She patted the scarf in question, resting around her neck with the ends to her front left. She would have to purchase some books later about Kiel: she had visited it once or twice as a child, but the details were fuzzy. Still, it was good that they kept her accent in mind, and the papers... Quite the far reach for a supposed man of God. Astrid was starting to find it hard to believe that their benefactor was a mere religious rabbi. Was he from Mossad, and the rabbi, his cover? Of course they would be looking for former Nazis. It was a possibility, but it was conjecture, and she wasn't being paid to ponder his identity. Still, the mystery behind it all was too curious, too strange to pass up. For now, she had to think about Christine Theiss' life, habits, character, and how she ended up working for the French embassy. It would take some time to create and smoothen out, but a well created Christine would be worth it in the long run for them all.
Yup! We might as well start posting in Essen.
I think so. For a while there, time wasn't changing on the "Last Post" part.
Is everything alright with everyone?
"Ah, I should introduce myself as well. My name is Astrid Brøndsted, and I participated in the Danish resistance." She offered the group a nod of her head and a smile that faded away as she spoke. She rested her arm on the table, and placed her glass down on it lightly. "Between posing as investors or customers, I believe investors make more sense. Regular, average customers would have less reason to see him in person, unless we were placing an order worth a ridiculous sum of money. And while we want to catch his attention, we don't want to be too memorable: a diversion worthy of his time and effort. That should be our goal. So investment would be the safest route. I cannot speak with an American accent, and you will not be able to learn mine, so you will have to teach me yours. Wait, no." The gears in her brain were turning, and she grinned, slightly, as her eyes turned to the ceiling as she spoke her thoughts aloud. "I could act as your German escort. We can lie and say you don't speak German and so you hired a German assistant as your medium. He may lower his guard and speak frankly with his employees and friends if you're alone with them. Either works, it is your and our colleagues' choice, if they have anything to say on that matter. The reversed roles of a German speaking executive and a non-German speaking assistant could also work, but then I would again recommend I learn your accent in that scenario." She shrugged her shoulders slightly, and looked towards the man in question for an answer.
Well enough. I have finished a post.
"So you're not unleashing us on staff members yet. Just a complicit, independent contractor." Astrid chewed on her lip and eyes looked up towards the ceiling with a thoughtful look brightening her face. "Choices! So many choices!" She sighed, her eyes closing for a moment before looking back down at the gentlemen before her. "Such things do not need to be discussed now, however. Especially in the open. I think I may retire for the evening, if that is all that we will be discussing tonight. Will we each be getting copies of this information? Or if not, would you mind that I take notes? I will hand them over to you when we have eliminated each target, of course, so that the information can be properly filed away or destroyed. I don't care."

A robbery gone wrong? A trip down the stairs? Or the remorseful engineer, creating his final invention: his death? There were many possibilities to taking a (presumably) rich man cleaning his bloody hands down for the count. And if she had to be honest, the faked suicide seemed the most attractive. It would coincide with his supposed ignorance at the horror wrought by his inventions, and make the man seem devastated at their misuse. Of course, that also depended upon the man himself. Then again, everyone had secrets, and the truly suicidal never tell anyone of their intentions. She once again tilted the empty crystal glass in her hand, and ran a nail between the grooves to distract the chill that ran up her spine for the second time that night. She was discussing the murder of a man. A horrible man who deserved to die and be judged by God, yes, but such a thing was not to be treated lightly. This was no casual matter to her. If there was one thing Astrid wished to avoid during this whole business, it was to sink to the level of depravity that the Nazis did: she wished she never fell to the point that she treated all these lives like chess pieces, or animals to be slaughtered. She did not block the chill, nor did she wish it to go away. Instead, she focused on it, and savored it. She told herself to never let go of that feeling: it would be a bittersweet reminder in the time to come.
I'm interested! PM me! Perhaps we could discuss a possible RP in Russia?
So, after this, we're mostly going to focus on our characters interacting through planning, right?
It's not long, but I thought it would kick some life back into this again.
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