Dempsey had been sat in the lobby of some shabby hotel on the outskirts of Berlin for the past two hours. Blending in and watching the comings and goings. She'd been briefed back at Langley that apparently her opposite number from an allied intelligence agency would be meeting her here, she just had to wait for them to make contact.

"Can I get another coffee?"

She asked the receptionist, her slight Southern drawl sneaking through as she held up her empty cup of coffee.