[ooc]I apologize for the long delays. I've been in a bit of a mood.[/ooc]<br/><br/>Ortega pulls the jeep up to the hangar and hops out, saluting before he heads in.<br/><br/>A couple privates lounge around outside, smoking.<br/><br/>[ooc]If you want to go in and arrest Capt Bidwell, please continue the scene.[/ooc]<br/><br/>*** * * *** * * *** * * ***<br/><br/><strong>Lunch at Dicke Wirtin</strong><br/><br/>The restaurant is dark and wooden, the bar-back is mostly empty, although the draught taps seem to be working . Couples sit at small wooden tables.<br/><br/>A man in a white apron greets you as you enter. His English is strongly accented. "Welcome, a table for two?"<br/><br/>He hands you a pair of menus.<br/><br/>Briggs can recognize Alex, in a suit, sitting with an elderly woman in a tweed jacket and fancy hat.<br/><br/>The waiter continues, "The schnitzel is recommended. Fresh from the farm, with pasta."<br/><br/><br/>