OOC: Back from the dead! If you're still interested we can play a couple of lines and then assume this happened a while ago ^^.
Hugo turned around instantly, the knife glittering in his left hand. Years of experience had sharpen his senses, and he could tell exactly where the target was and for how long was the target going to breathe once he was done with it - all this when suddenly awoken from the deepest sleep.
Instead, he nearly gasped at the use of German. And Hugo Stiglitz never gasped.
"That would be my SS coat, and it has nothing to do in your hands," he snapped back, his features recomposed.