I'm tired, thought Felix as he dragged himself from the airport to his apartment. He was in Warsaw for a mere three hours before he had to get on a plane again, this time back. But at least he wasn't going back alone.
He didn't know whether he should be happy about that. Of all the people in the world, he was probably the only one who knew how complicated the relationship between Olaf and Gustav really was, and why. However, he had the feeling that from a certain point on even he had lost his sense of what was going on. Because Gustav had changed, and changed a lot. He had changed since he went to Poland and started having a "close relationship" with David.
Felix croaked. This situation was... dangerous. And he had apparently lost the trust of both Meiden and was no longer able to have his hand on the pulse and do damage control. Damn it to hell!
