Ozzy Baxter slumped back in a chair in Merrick's apartment. "Okay, what we need is. . .is. . ." Ozzy struggled to make sense of the jumbled memories clashing with his new reality.
"Time." Grimm stated matter of factly.
"Right!" Baxter snapped up. "Time and. . ."
"Information." Grimm said again. "Sidewinder. You can tap into information now, right?" He asked.
"For the umpteenth time, yes." Icarus responded sitting in a chair with his face in his hands.
"Then get up and get to work!" Grimm picked Icarus up by the scruff of the neck and lifted him off the ground with one hand. "Feel sorry for yourself some other time. I need you to patch into the information networks and find out where the police are and what they know about us. Can you broadcast as well as receive?"
Grimm dropped Sidewinder as the young Russian landed on his feet, beginning to snap out of it.
"I don't know!" he barked, stopping when seeing the pissed off looks from his teammates.
"Then I suggest you find out." Grimm leaned in towards Icarus' face. "Because if you can, you're going to be part of our ticket out of here. I want you to scramble the police, interpol, all of them. Feed them as much disinformation as you can to get them off of our trail."
"I don't speak German!" Sidewinder counted.
"But I do." Reilly stated from where he sat, balancing a knife on his fingertips.
"Reilly, you tell us what they're saying and you tell Sidewinder what to tell them. Who's most familiar with Munich?" Grimm continued as the group looked on dumbfounded.
Lykopis, Merrick, and Smith all started at once as Grimm and Baxter looked at each other. "Well?" Grimm asked.
"I'd say Ly-Ly, but I'm not sure what Merrick or Phil know about the place." Baxter responded, rubbing his fingers on his chin and making a small squeaking noise as he did.
"Okay, then. Lykopis, Merrick, your job is to find us the quickest and safest way out of Munich. Phil, I have another job for you."
"And what would that be?" Smith answered.
"We need whatever connections you might have in this upside down world. We're not exactly inconspicuous, in case you haven't noticed."
"Some things never change, do they?" Phil smirked a bit before regaining his serious demeanor. "So we need I.D.s, passports, disguises?"
"All of the above."
"Where do we want to go?"
"Anywhere. I don't care. As long as it's the fuck out of Munich."
