The huge man lit the candles on the table, just as the waiter arrived once again. "Vous etes pret a commander, monsieur le president?" (-"Are you ready to order, sir?"-) The man handed him a napkin with writing on it, and the waiter bowed and left. A moment later, a steaming plate of saurkraut and veal schnitzels, and several other witers placing silver platters upon the table. Then, the last leaving waiter put out the light of the room, leaving only the glow of the candles, and shut the door. Night-time in Paris, combined with the heavy rain that started to come down, made for a pitch black atmosphere in the room, save for the small areas of a soft light of the candles. The warm, gentle light shone off the glass of his mask... which the man began to take off. He took off his cap, and pulled off his mask, but his face was shrouded by shadow. He took his fork and knife, and began to wait, eating slowly, still waiting for his company to arrive...
Reznove quickly got into the car and shut the door. He saw the outfit... it wasn't his style, but it would have to do. He quickly changed, and covered any and all bruises among sure they are hidden very well.
Just as the man in the corner of the restaurant sat down, another figure walked inside of the restaurant. Dressed in a standard SS uniform, he walked over to the other side of the restaurant to where he was told an SS officer known as "The Scarecrow" was apparently sitting. He walked over to table and took a seat opposite of the giant across him. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Herman Gerhard, Right hand man to the Führer. He could not attend tonight, something had apparently come up. Plus, this would be a security nightmare to him. He was already nearly assassinated as it was just previously by a Russian." Herman said. "Anyway, he wishes to make your acquaintance. We've done a background check, so we already know quite a lot about you. He's currently near Switzerland, near the alps coordinating the war against the French Republic."
The man quietly put down his fork and knife, putting up and folding together his gloved hands to let Herman know his attention had been caught by the news of the assassination. He then gestured towards the platters to welcome his friend to help themself. He then made a gesture with his hand, pointing to the candles and then the chandelier of the room, wondering if his friend was comfortable with the dim lighting...
"A waiter... I guess that'll work. I can speak german, but yet I need to keep my accent on a low profile." Reznove told himself. He was a waiter, white outfit and everything, "A name, what should my name be?"
"I'm alright, thank you." Herman replied before changing the subject to a critical matter. "After Hitler's death from the bomb detonation, we've been doing everything in our power to ensure that the French never cause another problem to the Reich again. Rene Schnider, the Führer, has given the French three chances to stop the terrorist attacks in the Province of France, the rest of the Greater German Reich and every other nation in Europe.They did not play by the rules,so we had no choice to put them in their place. Millions of innocents have died since the end of the World War, and the French population of Europe has declared themselves as an enemy of mankind. Those who did not die in the war either fled to Canada, or were simply killed" Herman then leaned forwards and changed his tone to a whisper, giving the man a piece of paper. "This is the precise location of where Rene is. There is a car outside of the restaurant when you are ready to leave."
The man took the paper, reading within the dark. The light of the candle gleamed off of what appeared to be an eye, which moved as the giant pocketed the note. Then he grabbed his mask, and put it over his face, reflecting the candle light off the lenses. The man tucked his officer's cap back on, raise his arm in a farewell salute to Herman, and ducked out of the room. Outside, the giant found a young man standing outside of a Porsche, holding the door to the back of the car open for him. He crouched inside the car, though it seemed the car was larger on the inside, giving the huge man enough rooms to sit comfortably, albeit crouching his head quite a bit. The young man entered the front of the car, turned the engine, and began driving towards the location on the note, which the large man had previewed to the boy...
As they arrived Alexis quickly rushed in. Getting dressed in a black formal silk and lace gown and black stiletto's. She watched as The Duke aka her technically still father in law take charge in organising the great hall for the private service. She watched as she saw French and German's working together helping them with the accent and language. After about two hours the whole thing was ready and she toook to the front door. Hoping the plastic surgery and complete makeover would work.
Reznove was prepared.... as the butler. This didn't bother him, and he has improved on the Germans accent. He was prepared, to be used as a butler... "Why in the hell did I do thes in the first place?"
Herman left the restaurant and got inside of his car, taking out a radio before his driver decided to take off. As the driver went away from the restaurant, he ensured that nobody else was listening. "He's accepted, my Führer. He will be ready to meet you soon." Herman spoke. A brief silence fell around his space, but could tell that the Führer was pleased with his work. "Excellent. You've done well Herman, come back and take the rest of the night off. You have earned it." Rene replied before the communications was cut. Herman smiled as he closed the radio as he headed towards the Führer's location.
Reznove was told what to do, ranging from setting tables, to cleaning and all of that gibberish. He done all of it, and did a fine job at it too. The tables were set perfectly, the place seemed spotless. He hated the job, but found his talent, sadly enough, it was cleaning.
The man did not sleep through the long trip, instead waiting patiently whilst listening to Bach and Beethoven, imitating the playing of the piano as he listened to the relaxing music. He reached into his inside-coat pocket, pulling out an old photo, crumpled and burnt around the edges. It was of a child and his parents. Despite the fact the child was taller than the two adults, he was much younger than such height would suggest. Though only the mn knew this, as the face of the boy was faded out of existence. He clenched his hand, and tucked it back into his pocket, liquid seeping out from the edge of his mask, but only for a fraction of a moment. He looked out the window into the night... and waited as the heavens cried with him.
Reznove had cheated the list more than twice, preparing it. He completely forgot what he was preparing for, but his mind was in work mode. Everything checked out perfectly on the list of chores, Reznove was strangely proud of his work, although he hadn't forgotten his mission. His German accent was perfect as he practiced even more and more to master it.
As the time was ever so quickly ticking down, Alexis whispered and nodded towards one of the resistance/waiters. Who then proceeded to spread the message towards the staff and as it passed on the message spread to every resistance member and staff member of the household. The message was "Arm up. grab either a silenced pistol, silenced sawed off or silenced mini-SMG. The Putsch shall happen tonight on his private funeral so be prepared."
One of the Re-waiters (resistance waiters) ran over to Reznove and whispered in his ear what he needed to do. Reznove received the message, "Well, what are you waiting for? Go get yourself prepared." "Sorry mr., but why would you choose the pistol?" The young waiter asked. "Because, it is easier to hide. Why would I carry a large weapon while being a waiter? The enemy would quickly know its an assassination, thus putting US in danger. If your going to get more kills , then you use a pistol for the warm up."
The car arrived at the palace late into the night, with SS guards escorting the VIP straight into the main room. The main room looked beautiful, appearing much like a 16th century palace with the exception of enormous Nazi banners on the walls and some modern tech such as a refrigerator. There were other guests, family's of some important figures of the regime and those invited to the palace. Two heavily armed guards, dressed in the latest combat armour with large MG's, the bright shining red glare from the lenses of the helmets to inspire fear against all possible enemies. Both of them were nearby the Führer on the other side of the room, dressed in his brown formal attire. Rene turned around to see his guest, a warm smile on his face and waved him over. He had an amazing offer for him.
"So, are you like... a super Russian?" The young Re-waiter whispered. "What? Nonono, I barely survived that damn bullet. I'm harder to kill than you would think." Reznove whispered back, "Now shut up, we'll attract too much attention."
The Large soon arrived not too long after Herman, the Volkswagen entering through the gates, and the young man getting out to open the door for the giant. The driver, about to salute farewell to the giant, was a bit startled when the large man handed him a key with a note attached, the note telling the driver to find his motorcycle and drop it off back here as soon as possible. The boy nodded, and they saluted each other as they parted. The man was found by an SS guard, and escorted through the castle. They soon had arrived before the grand door that was the entrance to the room the party was being held in. The guard was about to open the door, but the giant waved him off. The guard saluted and went off. The man opened the door himself and slid in, being quiet as he could. He automatically stepped into the shadows, watching everyone, and analyzing their appearances and voices. His keen senses allowed him to individualize everyone in the room, but suddenly, his nose told him that something was wrong... not all of these people were German.
As Everyone arrived the waiters (resistance) began flowing into the room carrying champagne flutes, appetisers and plates of other foods either to place them down on a large buffet table with only the fanciest foods or just stand around and offer to the guests. However Alexis was on the central stage along with Duke Freizung and stood towards the mike. As the last person arrived she began to speak. "Wenn Sie könnten alle nehmen Sie Ihre Plätze, wir möchten mit einer Rede von in Deutschland glorreichen Führers Rene beginnen. All heil den Führer! (If you could all take your seats, We would like to begin with a speech from Germany's glorious fuhrer Rene. All hail the fuhrer)" with that said she clicked her black stiletto's together and did the salute. Followed by all the guests and staff with a joint chant of "HEIL HITLER, HEIL RENE." she then stood to the side and gestured for Rene to come on the stage before finally approaching hitlers coffin (Which had a silent bomb attached into it) and saluting it then returning to her seat on the left side of the stage. The two empty ones left for Rene and Eva.
"So, this is an ambush of some sort?" The young waiter asked quietly as possible. "Did you not read the fricken mission on the paper?" Reznove asked. "W-well`I kinda... let's just say I, uh... "misplaced it?" Reznove moved close enough and grabbed the back of the young waiters neck and squeezed it tightly, he was slightly behind the waiter, preventing anyone to see, "Start paying attention, and start reading!"
