Bruno walked forward and found the Chancellor still very much alive, and in good health. In fact, if the look on the man's face was anything to go by, Bruno believed in that moment he had seen a man who had just relived his glory years if only for a few minutes.
Chancellor Kurt von Schleicher approached Bruno who was still flanked by a number of his armed guards, handing his revolver over to the policeman he had taken it from as he stood before the Reichsmarschall, tall, and unencumbered by the ravages of age that had stripped him of his youth in years past.
He took one good look at Bruno and smirked with grim satisfaction.
"Took you long enough… I thought for a while there that you were actually planning to wait until I was dead before choosing to intervene. Just cause and all…"
Bruno simply buttoned his overcoat as he stepped past the Chancellor, his face stoic until he had already passed and taken his first step towards the Swiss Federal Palace and its doors that awaited him.
