Bruno returned to his office in Sarajevo, within a convoy of armored vehicles. Nobody knew the Generalfeldmarshall of the German Reich, and the man who had for the past month operated as the temporary dictator over Albania was coming back to Bosnia at this time.
After all, Bruno did not like to schedule his transportation. He would hitch a ride randomly with a unit at any given time that was headed in the direction he was going. Why did he do this? Because the more people who knew where he was, and the direction he was headed at any given time, the more potential there was for a plot to be made against him.
In fact, Bruno stepped out of the vehicle, not dressed in his own uniform, or wearing the many shiny and prestigious medals he had been granted over the years for his impeccable service, but rather in the standard issue uniform of a rank-and-file enlisted soldier.
