Part 1

"Ah welcome gentlemen, welcome!" smiled Landa sweetly, seated in a comfortable looking chair by a large window, gesturing the two men in with a graceful hand.

Private Zoller blushed slightly, as he closed the hotel room door behind himself and Sturmbannführer Hellstrom. They stood for a few moments, allowing themselves to take in the scenery, one of airy and luxe grandeur. It was indeed an expensive hotel. Well, neither expected anything less from their Standartenführer...

They both, being "favourites" of the powerful general, should have had their suspicions that this would have been coming sooner or later.

All it had taken Landa was a few well-timed and well-chosen words (although when were any of his words not well-timed or well-chosen?) to have encouraged this scenario. It was a scenario he had been conjuring; ever since the young Zoller had mentioned how refined he thought his beloved Gestapo Major had looked at one of the Party functions.