The Coming Secret Meeting

Everything was ready at the Cipriani, a luxurious hotel on the Giudecca Island. It was conceived in the late 1950s, at a time when postwar Italy was being celebrated in such films as the <em>Roman Holiday</em> or the <em>Three Coins in the Fountain</em>. There were private armed guards at every entrance, making its three main buildings impenetrable without a special pass invitation. The main building was located on the most sheltered side of the island and offered a splendid panorama of the lagoon. Located on the other side of the island, yet just [or "yet only"] a few minutes' walk away, were the Palazzo Vendramin and the Palazzetto Nani Barbaro, both of which both benefited from a front-row view of the St Mark's Square and the Grand Canal.

“All No rooms were is available.  All booked/reserved.”

The Venetian officer Toffanin said to inspector Falco.

“This Here's is the guest list of the guests.”

Falco gave it a cursory look glance.

“Fuck! All names are in code! How do we know who is who?" how fuck can we identified them?”

His officer shrugged with a furtive look,  helplessly.

“Let's not forget all of them are will be wearing carnival masks! No one knows. Perhaps can see them except the CIA agents.”

“And Then what the fuck are we doing here?”

Falco protested.

“The Our Italian Government does not save stinge on money when there are its comes to its own politicians, business men businessmen and others important people VIPs.”

Then turning to his other officer, Zaghetto.

“Let me research on these code-names, and begin starting from the Bilderberg.”

“The Bilderberg?”

Zaghetto stammered.

“It’s a group associated with the Illuminati. Every Each year they organized a conference to discuss the world’s secret affairs. Between on hundred With so many politicians took place of this event here, you think we mere flies just waltz in? and as you see it is so ironclad that even us couldn’t go in”.

After Falco’s explanation, With this, Zagnetto switched on his laptop and began the researching., but It took some will take time.

The Secret Meeting

Everything was ready at Cipriani, a luxurious hotel on the Giudecca Island. It was conceived in the late 1950s, at a time when postwar Italy was being celebrated in such films as Roman Holiday and Three Coins in the Fountain. There were private armed guards at every entrance, making its three main buildings impenetrable without a special invitation. The main building was located on the most sheltered side of the island and offered a splendid panorama of the lagoon. Located on the other side of the island, yet just a few minutes' walk away, were Palazzo Vendramin and Palazzetto Nani Barbaro, which both benefited from a front-row view of St Mark's Square and the Grand Canal. 

“All rooms were reserved in advance” The Venetian officer Toffanin said to inspector Falco. “This is the list of the guests/the guest list.”

Falco gave it a glance. “All the names are in code, how the fuck can we identify them?”

His officer shrugged helplessly. “All of them are wearing Carnival masks, no one can see them except for the CIA agents.”

“And what the fuck are we doing here?” Falco protested. “The Italian government doesn't scrimp/pennypinch when it comes to its politicians, business men and other important people.”

Then, turning to his other officer Zaghetto, “Decipher these code-names. Begin with the Bilderberg list. ”

“The Bilderberg list?” Zaghetto stammered.

“It’s a group associated with the Illuminati. Every year they organize a conference to discuss the world’s secrets. About a hundred politicians participate in this event and, as you see, security is so ironclad that even we couldn’t get in”.

Zagnetto nodded,  then switched on his laptop and began the research, but it took some time.

Brava! 

The Secret Meeting

Everything was ready at Cipriani, a luxurious hotel on the Giudecca Island. It was conceived in the late 1950s, at a time when postwar Italy was being celebrated in such films as Roman Holiday, or Three Coins in the Fountain. There were private armed guards at every entrance, making it the three main buildings impenetrable without a special invitation. The main building was located on the most sheltered side of the island and offered a splendid panorama of the lagoon. Located on the other side of the island, yet just a few minutes' walk away, were Palazzo Vendramin and Palazzetto Nani Barbaro, which both benefited from a front-row view of St Mark's Square and the Grand Canal.
“All of the rooms were reserved beforehand”, the Venetian officer Toffanin said to inspector Falco, “this is the list of the guests.”
Falco gave it a glance. “All the names are in code, how the fuck can we identify them?”
His officer shrugged helplessly, “All of them are they're all wearing Carnival masks, noone can see them except for the CIA agents.”
“And what the fuck are we doing here?”, Falco protested, “the Italian Government does not save skimp on spending money when there are its politicians, business men, and others important people are involved.”

Then turning to his other officer Zaghetto, “Let me Go and [I think you are giving an instruction] research on these code-names and begin from with the Bilderberg list.”
“The Bilderberg list?” Zaghetto stammered.
“It’s a group associated with the Illuminati. Every year they organized a conference to discuss the world’s secrets. Between Around one hundred politicians took place of attended this event and as you see it is so ironclad that even us we couldn’t go in”.
After Falco’s explanation, Zagnetto switched on his laptop and began the research, but it took some time.