"I'd expect nothing less." Landa says, his smile definitely visible. "Come." Landa leads the way down the stairs, into the hotel. The single flight of stairs leads to an interesting hallway. Chéreau finds a French Military Tunic strewn on the floor, the same one that the Prussian Guards had elected to leave alone. He also finds a pair of KSK Operators standing on either end of the Penthouse Suite's door, their UMPs slung across their chests. There's a small pile of glass sitting on the floor, which a janitor is sweeping up. The door to the Penthouse is locked from the outside by a pair of magnetic locks.

Weiss is standing outside of the Presidential Suite's door, shaking her head in exasperation. "Unbelievable." She mutters to herself.

"Herr Landa!" The KSK salute, standing at attention.

"Jawhol, unlock the door." Landa says, waving with his hand.

"Of course." The KSK Operators remove the magnetic lock, then push the door open, allowing Landa and Chéreau inside.