In a van parked somewhere nearby, a small scuffle was taking place.<br/>"It was a simple mistake, boss!" The person speaking had a strange accent and was rather short, but appart from that there weren't much you could say about him, except that he seemed to really like World War 2 objects. In fact, he was covered from head to toe in them. On his head a Weremacht helmet, on his body a mouldy Weremach winter coat. His face was covered in a WW2 gas mask, completely hiding his face.<br/>The small man was kicked in the rear with such force that he was sent flying across the van, crashing head first into the door, denting it with the impact.<br/>"The only mistake was me trusting you to know what you were doing!" The man delivering the kick was blonde and clad in a black SS uniform. He did not seem pleased.<br/>"At least the shower cams are working like clockwork, boss, you gotta give him credit for that. Would you look at that? She's putting on quite a show for us, what a slut." The man speaking was clad in jeans and a white t-shirt. His head was shaved, he had a big, red handlebar mustache and was covered in tatoos.<br/>"Alright," the blonde said, putting a few strands of loose hair back on it's correct place, making his hair neat and proper once more. "You!" he said and pointed at gasmask man," as soon as she leave, you get over there and fix the wiretap. Correctly this time!" With an angry snarl he stepped out of the van, closing the door behind him.<br/>Mustache man looked from the tv screen and down at the small figure trying to get back on his feet. "Dude, those things are so real. I told you so, you owe me five bucks."