The night sky fell upon the city of Innsbruck. Extravagantly carved, blackened bronze street lamps lit the darkness and kept its mire at bay.
A full moon clung to the sky, its light shining upon one particular section of the city. Cars gathered in the streets, chauffeurs escorting their clients toward the venue that awaited them.
Bruno's motorcade was smaller than one might expect for a man of his position. His security detail was not dressed in full tactical attire. Instead, they concealed bullet-resistant vests beneath finely trimmed three-piece suits.
The men secured the immediate area before opening the door, allowing Bruno and his wife, Heidi, to exit the vehicle's luxurious interior.
Bruno took Heidi's hand and drew her close, the two walking together, side by side, leaning into one another as they approached the venue.
Heidi seemed excited, unusually so, as she looked around at the lines gathered in the streets, waiting for entry.
