"…Are we actually staying in the same room, sir?"
"I'll take the couch," Klaus replied, ignoring the question. He didn't dare admit that a boy raised in privilege likely had never slept anywhere else.
"Sir? Doesn't the Directorate get enough budget? Why can't we get a separate room? Where did the taxes go?"
Julius stared at the single bed, then at the battered couch Klaus had already claimed. The room was barely large enough for the two of them. A small window faced the river as the city lights reflected off the water.
"It was a request from the Commissioner," Klaus said.
"My sister-in-law?!"
"Says you need to be whipped into shape. And frankly, I agree. We might have control here, Mister Schneider, but in the future you'll be handling more discreet espionage work. You'll have to live in places like these to blend in. Get used to it."
"That's not the problem… it's…"
