The coldness in Millenium's undercover base got under the skin of every warmblooded creature that had a misfortune getting there. You were getting through the corridors that was quite and also noisy by booming voices of every group of soldiers getting by. Sometimes some a little voice was pleading to run away, but instead you found yourself in a grand hall, where you saw Mayor. Him grinned at you with empty expression. "Well, Grüße an Sie. How come?"