Meeting in Madrid

"Another hostel? Can't we go into a bar for once? They are able to serve something else than alcohol and murky water!" Complained Tom aloud.

His request was granted as soon as he promised to keep quiet for the rest of the day. To shut up, not to stay still. There was never a day under which he wanted to look for troubles.

Feeling cornered by the group of giant, the man dragged away of his troubles was half-glad, half concerned. He whispered. "How the heck did you come here unnoticed?" The blue paper in Oswald's hands replied to his rhetorical question, they did not.

The man eyed Oswald, he had distant memories of the man, but not of the monster. The powerful soldier that defied authority, other soldiers and colonels alike. The spy was about to fail his mission when he was saved by the worst person possible. Left, Oswald, Right, Laurel. A few meters behind, colonel Auka, this was a nightmare.