This town isn’t special. Nobody important lives here, nothing important happens here, barely anybody even comes here, and the place still has an inn open this late. That inn is where their meeting was. At that inn, in this town that means nothing to anybody, at a time where nobody should be really awake. That's when the third man appeared. "Hands on the table. Now." The doktor obliged, and smiled at his guest. "You must be ze mercenary, nein?" "You're late." "It vas rough seas tonight, and you contacted me on such sh-" The mercenary cut him off. "I don't care how you got here." "... Vere do I begin?"