33 Cleaning HouseBreakfast had just opened in the Munich Hotel, just a short ride from the Franz Joseph Strauss airport. White had flown in the previous night and met up with Drake and three other ex-service personnel before hitting the town and trawling the centre of Munich until the early hours. The five men had managed to snatch a few hours’ sleep and were now piling their plates full of German sausages and sloppy scrambled eggs. At such an early hour, the restaurant was completely empty apart from a few of the kitchen staff ferrying fruits, yogurts and cereal to the half-empty buffet table. Finding a six-seater table in the corner of the room, White sat down and waited for the other men to take their seats before ordering coffee and tea from the aimless waitress.
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