The trip had been rather exhausting. There was a reason Udo has never liked long drives, or driving or riding in a car in general, and was reminded ten-fold when he arrived in Munich.<br/><br/>After driving all through the night, with no stops in between, he was fairly exhausted when he arrived in the early hours of the morning. Sleep took hold of him for a good five hours at least. But, when he woke up, even having slept until the later hours of morning, he still felt a little out of it. He pushed through it and prepared for the day anyway. There was no time to sit around doing nothing, and staying here would only tempt him to go back to sleep anyway, not to mention.<br/><br/>A few things were thrown into a messenger bag, namely the book and a few other things, and then Udo grabbed his coat and left the room. The door was locked behind him.<br/><br/>Udo wrapped his coat around him the moment he stepped outside the hotel, and proceeded down the sidewalk at a leisurely pace. He appeared as though he was heading out for a late morning stroll. He still had a fair amount of time before he was to meet up with Erlind. Ideally, Udo should probably get some more sleep, or at least try to, before that time. Ideally… However, that wasn’t an option right now. He was a bit too restless, he wanted to be prepared, and was reciting everything he wanted to say, obsessing over every detail. Something he found was more effective than cramming everything in at the last minute.<br/><br/>But, that was for another time.<br/><br/>There was only one thing on his mind right now, and that was heading somewhere to grab a nice, hot cup of coffee. He wasn’t a real big fan of the stuff, to be honest, and usually avoided it, but he needed that extra kick if he was going to stay focused today, to make up for the lack of sleep. Besides, it actually was tolerable if he dumped sugar and milk in it. The combination seemed to help with that bitter aftertaste a little bit.<br/><br/>He entered a small café a few blocks from the hotel. It was a small place, one of those corner shops; he had come to with his sister a few months ago, when she had asked him to come out, and was one of the few locations in Munich he actually remembered how to get to. It was a quiet place<br/><br/>Once he had his coffee, complete with the aforementioned sugar and coffee, he thanked the young man behind the counter, who seemed delighted to have a customer. Udo had wanted to avoid conversation, but he hadn’t turned away quick enough, mostly due to stirring his coffee, and the young man spoke.<br/><br/>“So” he said suddenly, “what did you think of today’s sermon?”<br/><br/>Udo frowned a little and shook his head, “I wasn’t aware that there was a Sermon today. I’ve just arrived in town the other night.”<br/><br/>“Oh, I see, well I only brought it up, and excuse me if I’m prying, because be you seem like you have a lot on your mind. Like something’s troubling you.”<br/><br/>“These are hard times, my friend. Everyone has something troubling them.”<br/><br/>“Exactly! Father Fischer is a wonderful speaker. He’s right, you know… we should be united in hard times.” There was a pause, and the young man rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m sorry… I was just really moved by that sermon and wanted to share my thoughts. Sorry to have bothered you. I’m sure you’re busy.”<br/><br/>“I don’t mind at all!” Udo chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee. He grimaced a little at the taste, finding it to be too bitter even after he tried to sweeten it, but could not be bothered to ask for more sugar. “There’s no harm in letting something off your chest every now and then.” The young man looked a little thoughtful, but, despite maintaining a friendly demeanor, Udo was just in no mood for anything that would distract him from his objective. He quickly added, “I’m glad I could be here for you to share your thoughts, however, I am a busy man.”<br/><br/>“Ah, I see. Well, I hope you have a nice day.”<br/><br/>“Likewise.” After the conversation, Udo went off, glad to be done with that The table closest to the window was where he’d decided to enjoy his coffee.<br/><br/>Looking out to the city was actually quite relaxing. Udo has not been to Munich in quite some time. The atmosphere here was a bit different than Berlin, discounting the ever present Nazi patrols that walked the street. Munich was… it was dirty here. It was almost like he could sense the rats, not just Jewish rats, but whoever else might be hiding as well, hiding away where they believed they were safe, just waiting to be weeded out and dragged down the street. The feeling, quite honestly, made him restless. He couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into this mission.<br/><br/>Soon, Munich would be rid of this cursed rat plague. There was a lot of work to be done, and it might take awhile, but that was completely fine. He had all the patience in the world. As long as his work meant that the Führer was that much closer to his goal, then he would do all he could for the Fatherland. The people of Munich would see what those who feared Udo Drechsler (which, let’s be honest, compared to the demons that surround him, the numbers pale in comparison) called him<span style="font-style: italic">‘Bluthund’</span>.<br/><br/>This city would not be the same once his work was done here.<br/><br/>Udo took another sip of his coffee, furrowing his brow in thought. That church… it was a point of interest, and he was curious about it, it seemed so popular. Perhaps he would check it out later once he took care of other matters.<br/><br/><br/>{Translation:<br/><br/>Bluthund = ‘Bloodhound’}