Chapter 11

George walks into the same canteen where they had stopped to eat something on their day of arrival to Mexico. He sat down and ordered some coffee with pizza. He was wearing a black coat and a face cap in order not to be recognized by anybody. He sat at the corner of the canteen as his orders were brought forward to him.

“Here is your order, sir.” The waiter dropped the coffee and the pizza on his table and took his leave.

Not long enough, someone walked in and it was the same guy on the first day with the Eagle tattoo. This time he didn’t come alone; he came with three other guys, and they looked like they had something in common; they laughed as they walked into the canteen, they sat down at a round table, and the waiter rushed to their table to take their orders.

George was sitting at the end of the corner, looking at them and observing their movement, but he became more confused—what were these guys doing in Mexico? He continued eating as he looked at the four g