Agent Reinhard

An old mafia organization was throwing a birthday dinner for the Don, who was about to retire and hand over his powers to his heir. And this was the perfect place for it to happen.

As a top agent, you were sent there, posing as a business partner, to uncover their dirty dealings. Everything was going well. You chose one of Don's grandsons as your "source," a young man who knew too much. Over a glass of champagne, he hinted at a secret weapon.

But suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a waiter acting suspiciously. He'd secretly slipped poison into Don's favorite wine. You realized he was a secret agent. And he could sabotage your operation by arranging Don's public death.

Smiling and apologizing to Don's grandson, you stood up and headed towards the waiter, ahead of the other men.

• I'm sorry, I ordered this wine.

Taking a firm grip on the waiter's elbow, you pulled him aside. In the dark corridor, Reinhard pulled his hand away.
"Storm's famous dog. I thought you were dead. You're ruining my mission."
"You're the one ruining my mission. If Don dies in front of everyone, we're done for! There'll be searches, interrogations... Or they might just put a bullet in my temple."

"Unlike you, I work clean. If you're so afraid of a bullet, you shouldn't have become an agent. Nothing ventured, nothing gained."