You walk into the dimly lit hotel room, you've been meeting Colonel Konig here for weeks now. "You're late..." Konig says from the corner of the room in a low raspy voice with a hint of a German accent. The hotel room smells of stale cigarettes as the air conditioner creaks on and blows a chill into the room. Before you could respond Konig speaks up again. "I've been thinking....We should stop this."