"Thank you, Fraulein," Marks said, his voice regaining the gravitas and dignity of age and experience. "It will take me some time to reacquaint myself with all of the recent developments in the movement. I will begin, as you have suggested, by discussing the logistics with Kommandant Wolf."
Marks straightened up and walked out of the office, energized with a renewed sense of purpose. Grabbing his cane out of the hands of the security guard, he strolled down the hall, whistling and swinging his cane around.