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WELCOME TO THE BARRELHAUS!
1941 - Germany.
The building looks just like an old warehouse, full of beer and barrels of other drinks. A wooden sign labelled 'The Barrel Haus' hangs on tightly to the buildings wall. Not many people are seen during the day, but by night, the buildings basements come to life. Many teens turn up to secretly enjoy the American lifestyle, avoiding the tight grip of the Nazi's hands.
1941 - Germany.
The building looks just like an old warehouse, full of beer and barrels of other drinks. A wooden sign labelled 'The Barrel Haus' hangs on tightly to the buildings wall. Not many people are seen during the day, but by night, the buildings basements come to life. Many teens turn up to secretly enjoy the American lifestyle, avoiding the tight grip of the Nazi's hands.
M A G G I E
As Maggie entered the room full of dancing teens, her face suddenly lit up. Everything looked quite the opposite of the street they were just on. Out there was bleak, dark and you could quite literally feel the eyes on you. Inside, there was an orange tint of the light, Jazzy piano played from the stage and everyone looked happy. Maggie was excited.
She smoothed down her beige coat and adjusted her hat before looking over at Thomas, her colleague. She didn't know him well, but they got along on the way here. He just seemed a little, quiet for her liking. But he could play and she could sing, so they ended up here.
"Hello, my lovelies!" She grinned as some of the band members greeted them both. Maggie nodded at Thomas to say they could get to their own devices now. She was ready to sing. It wasn't exactly the mission aim, but the singing was the best bit about their cover. "I'm just as excited as you are, do you have a dressing room?" She asked as she pulled at her gloves. Hopefully she could put on make up. Out there, make up was frowned upon, but in here was another story.
As they explained they had stuff to do, a boy bounced over to the two Americans, unknowingly introducing himself to spies.
"Hello dollface and her husband!" He grinned, "My name is Hugo, let me show you to your dressing room!"
R O B E R T
Pretending to be a German was already proving to be hard for the man. Not only was he working with men who hated gays, but men who hated Americans. The two things Robert was. Plus, he had to try to remember he was Mr. Bauer, Officer Salomann assistant. He had read as much as he could about the woman, but she was a mysterious woman.
He looked across to Claude, giving him a small smile. Claude was way calmer then Robert. He was a nervous, shaky little man. As they walked through the Gestapo offices, they parted ways. Claude went to the mans office, Robert to the womans. He gave Claude one more look before turning away.
Claude was attractive, but not really to Robert. He always had an eye for Thomas Hastings. Such a shame he was straight. Maggie attempted to cheer up the gay male by trying to say she'll find him a new German man.
He doubted it.
Robert knocked on his new boss's door, hoping she'd be less terrifying than the men he had seen on the way here.
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