Ken Matsuda couldn't qutie put his finger on it, but something wasn't quite right. As he and two other men entered the bar, he looked around and the booth appeared to be empty, but with a package on the bench and a small robot on the table. He pulled a handheld scanner out of his pocket to make sure there was nothing explosive, and noted an odd blip on the thermal scan while flipping through the results.
"You know the plan. Keisuke, you're on point A. Tom, you're on B," Ken said quietly. The three took their positions. Keisuke sat at another booth, where he ordered a glass of water and a couple Synth Crackers, and Tom stood in a corner - an obvious position that would draw attention to him, and away from Ken.
As Ken took his own seat he sighed and said, "Alright, get out from back there."
