<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Upon entering the dimly lit room that was clouded in smoke and the scent of alcohol, Rachel’s eyes scanned the environment like a hawk that was finding its newest prey. She observed those who could be of good use to her; someone who had an important say among all of these men, but who was not impossible to reach either. With these many officers, politicians and even industrialists, it was difficult to find that golden needle in the haystack. <br/>
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The very few men that paid attention to her presence would not do. The dark-haired female was not only suspicious, but she was also a picky one. The young cubs that eyed her like she was an angel that had fallen from heaven would be easy to play, but they would not get her as far as she wanted. She needed someone of great matter; someone who had access to the deepest inner circle of the Nazis and who would be able to give her what she needed – the freedom of her allies and her friends. <br/>
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Rachel was about to walk further into the room and mingle with the crowd, until her doe-like, chocolate brown eyes caught sight of two men that were discussing something – and it appeared to be a rather heated conversation. She furrowed her eyebrows just slightly as she watched the couple. The younger one, the blonde man in his uniform, was eventually sent away by the older dark-haired man that was wearing a fancy, expensive suit – as if he was mere an annoying insect that had been bothering him. It was rather obvious that even the officers seemed to respect him. As the blonde guy walked off, nobody looked up. Nobody dared to step forward to speak up to the other. <br/>
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The other that was looking at her and who did not made an attempt to look away as she returned the gaze.<br/>
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Bingo.<br/>
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Although she appeared to hesitate briefly, Rachel strolled forward and approached the handsome man. His overall attitude caused her confidence to waver lightly. He was a proud man, possibly slightly arrogant and absolutely intimidating. But there was a chance that a man like him was showing interest in her, and if that meant that he could be the key to her desires, then Rachel would face her doubts and jump into the deep. There was no chance to chicken out of her newest duty right now. <br/>
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“You appear to have a fine taste, sir.” She glanced at the cigar in his hand, followed by the new glass of scotch. It reminded her briefly of her father – who could enjoy the pleasure of such luxury everytime after finishing the homemade dinner that her mother cooked. Her family had been the more wealthy kind until the war decided to tear apart what they had been working for. Rachel bit carefully down onto her red bottom lip. “I must admit I prefer wine myself, but I have not dared to touch a bottle lately. I am afraid that the limited collection will disappoint me greatly.” </span>