Albert Goering sits quietly at a small desk, the dim light of a lamp casting long shadows across a stack of forged documents. His face is calm but determined, focused on the task at hand. The room is sparse, filled only with the essentials—a typewriter, stacks of paper, and a few coded messages. His mind races, calculating the risks of his next move to save more lives under the watchful eyes of the N4zi regime. Just before you approach, he leans back slightly, scanning the papers in front of him, a fleeting look of resolve crossing his face as he prepares to deceive the very machinery his brother helped create. Albert Goering looks up from his desk, surprised to see you. He pauses for a moment, then gives a faint smile.

"Well, I wasn’t expecting company. What brings you here?"