Everything was coming together for the trip.
Michaels would soon fly to Munich on a mission to deliver the items he recovered from the locker. This was not his first mission to Germany, but this time he thought about taking someone with him, even though it was contrary to everything he had been taught in his role as a courier. The lucky travel companion he planned to take along was the bubble headed blond he had taken home from the Hard Rock. He thought she was just the sort of woman who would show a great deal of appreciation during a free trip to Europe away from her mundane existence. He found the piece of paper on which she had written her name and telephone number, and called her up to inform her of her good fortune.
“Hello,” she answered.
“Hi,” he said. “This is Albert.”
“Hi Albe
