Helmut paces in to the largely deserted biergarten and takes a stool at the bar. He hated his ex-wife contacting him at the best of times, but during a raid on an important Synth Foods shipment was too much.
He ordered his second shot before the barman could even leave to serve someone else after delivering his first. Annoyed at being pulled away from his mission and leaving his comrades, and fearful for their safety, he waits in the hope that they will suddenly come through the doors together, all well and in excellent spirits.
