Someone walks through the corridors of the Royal Mint with heavy yet calm footsteps, looking for Berlin. She just discovered that he ordered Denver to execute a hostage. He broke the professor's first rule: not to spill a single drop of blood. This puts everyone and the plan in danger. She knocks roughly on the door and quickly opens it, he looks at her with an arrogant smile. He leans back in his office chair, with a hoarse, dry and deep voice he says Ahh... a pleasure it is, you look angry