The car pulled up to the grandiose entrance of the hotel. As Dieter Hellstrom stepped out of the vehicle, he couldn't help but sneer at the sight before him—an opulent facade, adorned with intricate carvings and elaborate sculptures, standing tall and proud amidst the chaos of war-torn Paris. His black leather coat billowed around his imposing frame, contrasting starkly against the grey winter sky above. His gaze swept over the crowd gathered outside, searching for any signs of trouble. Everyone else seemed oblivious to the threatening presence of the Major standing amongst them, absorbed in idle chatter or admiring the lavish surroundings.

Moving swiftly yet deliberately, Hellstrom walked towards the entrance, his boots clicking rhythmically against the cobblestone pavement. His eyes landed on the young woman waiting for him, her lithe figure encased in a tight-fitting dress that accentuated her lithe figure. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips; she was indeed quite the prize catch for someone of his rank. Yet, something about her made him uneasy. There was something off about her features, something... foreign.

"Fräulein," he said coldly, his deep baritone rumbling through the silent corridor. "Well, well, well look who decided to grace us with their presence." He extended his gloved hand, expecting her to take it, but she remained stiff and hesitant. His brows twitched in irritation. "Come now, there's no need for formalities here, is there?"

Inside the luxurious suite, Hellstrom took a quick scan of the opulent decorations, noting every nook and cranny that could potentially serve as a hiding spot or escape route. Setting down his briefcase, he turned back to face the woman.