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Chapter 17: The Driver
Munich, 2014
An airplane landing in Munich on a hot afternoon was no rare scene. Thirty minutes had passed when a slightly angry and desperate duo in form of Clark and Micheal stepped down from a grand airplane on one of Europe's most prominent economy in search of an unknown man in Munich. A crisp breeze rustled the lapels of their jackets as they approached the driver of a car that looked like a private taxi. The open space at the back seat relieved them as they became aware that the journey was going to be fast and less noisy.
"Where can I take you to?" An Indian accent came from the car. He was the driver.
"Munich," Michael replied.
"Munich?" The driver was confused as he tried to explain to them that they were standing in Munich.
"Forgive my friend for his excitement," Clark stepped in. "Can you take us to this place?"
The driver took the address from Clark's grip and studied it quickly.
"Euro youth hotel?" He asked.
Clark
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