<span style="font-style: italic">" Now if you don’t mind. Sit back and try to enjoy the scenery."</span>The driver suggested, a response to Isolde.<br/><br/>With the back of his gloved hand against the window, Erlind chuckled to himself. He knew that his driver was trying to make the woman comfortable so that she doesn't have much to worry about, when in reality, there wasn't much to enjoy in the scenery he was offering. The windows were covered with snow. Mortals would say anything looking stupid in order to make others feel better.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''Tell me more of this evening’s plan,''</span>she said to Erlind.<span style="font-style: italic">''What am I getting myself into? I had thought to sign this contract over some wine and be done with the matter.''</span><br/><br/>Isolde was clearly asking too many questions at once, but it didn't annoy Erlind one bit. The good thing about it, is that she could ask all the questions she wanted and the driver or the man beside him would still not be able to hear them unless they picked up the microphone installed in the limousine and spoke through it. The Cadillac was using a double-pained window as a blocker, to separate the driver's front from the back. The system was used for security measures that way drivers cannot listen to the conversation of the military personnel.<br/><br/>Just as he was about to answer her very first question, the limo slid into a snowbank and a short moment later, it began to emit a ticking sound.<span style="font-style: italic">"Ah! Verdammit!"</span>Erlind cursed under his breath and picked up the microphone, calmly speaking into it.<span style="font-style: italic">"Was ist passiert?"</span>He grumbled, asking the driver what happened. The voice of this last came through the speakers, explaining that an ice chunk might have damaged the car's exhaust system and that he was going to get out of the car to see what he can do about it.<br/><br/>Erlind narrowed his eyes and stared at the time on his watch. He sighed, shaking his head. His senses were able to detect the issue with the car without even having to examine it visually. He looked at Isolde,<span style="font-style: italic">"These idiots won't do a damn. The bracket and hose are damaged. We can sit here in the middle of nowhere and wait for backup to deploy in approximately one hour, or, we do something about it now."</span>He found himself asking quietly. If the Witch chose the latter, Erlind will not be able to manually fix the bracket and hose, but he could mentally transport the car. The driver, his companion and whoever that could be driving past them, will be given the illusion that the car was doing perfectly fine. If she chose to sit and wait, then he was thinking to answer all her questions before they get to their destination. That could give them a little bit of time to get know one another... Getting down to business that was all.<br/><br/>Giving her time to think of her answer, he added with a husky reply to her very first question.<span style="font-style: italic">"Yes, I am a, Nazi."</span>He rolled his eyes and looked away for a moment, reaching out for a bottle of English gin and two glasses.<span style="font-style: italic">"By the time I joined the Nazi Party to serve under My Führer, there were three thousand of us already. The Party became the legal government of Germany only recently in 1933, as you must know this already."</span>Erlind leaned his shoulder a little closer to Isolde and whispered in her ears, amused.<span style="font-style: italic">"If only you knew how many officers out there, planned the assassination of our Leader, yet failed miserably..."</span>Pulling back slowly, he raised a half-full low ball glass. "...Gin?" He offered with a slight smile.