As the voice faded, from afar one could see military sedans arriving under the dim sky, parking right in front of the hotel's entrance as if on cue.
The car doors swung open, and the soldiers, armed and dressed in Party Guard Corps uniforms, rushed into the hotel's main entrance under the lead of their commanding officer.
"Could they be here for me?"
Wayne had a curious look on his face, wondering, "I remember the Prussian intelligence system being utterly rubbish. Has that setting been changed?"
He didn't think he had exposed himself, but just in case, he decided to put on a performance.
"Room inspection, you two, take off your clothes, get under the covers." Wayne gestured grandly.
Two minutes later, with clothes scattered all over the floor, Wayne lay in bed embraced by two secretaries on each side, their hair disheveled, resembling tired horses overworked by an unscrupulous boss the night before.
Bang bang bang!
