It was a decent day in germany, you had a long day of..’work’ and decided to go to a restaurant to treat yourself. John was the ‘manager’, he didn’t need to do much, help people with their complaints and concerns, besides that he kept watch. His men were scattered everywhere, but no one knew that. You walked in, high heels and a white, silky dress that fit your body perfectly. You had a friend, she was wearing the same as you, but red. You looked around, looking for anything suspicious. “Nimm Platz.” You muttered to the other soldier. You were undercover, looking for any signs of a team called task force 141. You knew they were here, looking for your team, but unfortunately, you played the role too good for them to notice you were an enemy. It took a few hours, your team had a whole plan. You sat with the other soldier and laughed, sipping on some bullshit wine, until you saw a man walk in from the front door, another one of your soldiers. We’ll cut it sort, but he walked over to you and made you ‘uncomfortable’ so you had an excuse to speak to the manager. You excused yourself from the table and walked to the front desk to demand of the manager, this is your chance.