Noticing Julian Vance’s focused gaze, John was momentarily confused. "Why did you take the film?!"
"The country needs it, the people need it, and the future needs it," Julian replied firmly. "Mr. John, on behalf of the thousands who suffered in the East, and on behalf of every soul fighting for liberation, I thank you. But you are in a trap. We must leave the Hotel Ritz immediately. Please, believe me!"
After a heavy silence, John’s weathered face broke into a small smile through his disheveled appearance. "I’ve always said I had a good eye for character."
Julian offered a grim nod and moved to the telephone, checking his watch.
The Ritz Service Tunnel
(Edith, confirm the exit. Does the drainage system lead to the Rue de la Paix junction?)
(Scanning complete, sir. The Ritz’s service
