Garf's shft had started, the adjutant of the Nazi 34th Panzer Divison, a senior party member of the Nazists and the recipient of the "Glock der Ehre" , the second highest military award, wanted him to drive all the way to Mersailles (Officially known as Germanica, the city of growth) for a senior board meeting, he drove, with his hands shaking, he was confused on how to drive a German Gloßkmobile (he didnt know what the term meant) the adjutant was irritated but let it slide. His salary is around 25 Reichtenmarks a month, the basic rent of a single bedroom apartment in Paris middle class areas is around 5 Reichtenmark a month. His quarters in the Mersailles party office was a small, tidy bedroom with a coffee maker, these things were more advanced than before. He brewed a coffee and drank it, he heard the chattering upstairs — members talking about the fate of the USA, it was a displeasure for him to listen to his country's fate, and even worse when they decide onto the future of America. He carefully used the telephone to send a encrypted message to the CIA of all the intel he's received. He learned encryption during his years in the military logistics , just as he ended the call, a senior officer walked to his quarters and spoke in English, "Driver, at ease." He was in all ease , praying to lord in hopes to not get caught, the officer questioned "So wolf? Whom were you talking to?" Garf spoke "Sir, i was speaking to the high command on orders." Realizing the no need to question the high command of the party, the officer left. Garf took a sigh of relief, the adjutant returned and ordered him to send the adjutant in the La Palma Hotel, a grand 5-star hotel in Mersailles, he didnt know the directions so he was turned right, left, right, left until he actually arrived the hotel, what a sigh of relief for him! It seemed as he got lucky, but not for long...