All keeping their eyes glued to the floor. Two of them-one tailing the front and one tailing the back-were men who looked like wrestlers but were dressed like waiters. “Of course… Bring the samples out,” the suited man-Enzo-said, flourishing his hands in the air.Ī beat after a cluster of bodies appeared from behind the curtain behind him. “I think it’s about time we get to business.” Enzo,” Oberst von Spiel said, placing his glass of wine down onto the table. It looked ten times more lavish than what Gilbert had eaten upstairs. The table in between them was littered with half-eaten chicken breasts, sirloin steaks, and scallops. Seated across the table from him was a man with a sharp jawline dressed in a crisp suit with slicked-back hair. There Gilbert found Oberst Fritz von Spiel puffing a cigar with one hand and swirling a glass of wine in the other. They were high to hell.Ĭadence pulled him along through a maze of curtains and rooms until they reached a back room that only seemed to be slightly suffocated with smoke. Men and women were lounging on the sofas, puffing hookahs with lazily batting eyes. Smoke suffocated the air, curling around long and lavish sofas that spotted the room. Eventually, they slipped into a room divided into multiple sections by silk draperies. He was not accustomed to covert operations so he fumbled his way forwards bumping into walls and tables alike. Gilbert was guided by a hand on the arm through a back hallway and down a series of crisscrossing steps.
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