Rochester Inn

[Crysis]

As a man left the bar, Reiner entered subtlety with a fleet of foot, unheard, unseen. He had shrugged passed a man leaving the bar within the same opening of the door and slid in unnoticed. With his cap angled down, his rag-like, torn scarf shrouding his identity and his trench coat waving behind him he weaved passed some revellers and took a seat in the back corner of the room in a curved ninety degree lounge table. He raised his elbows onto the table before him and clutched his fists together as he scanned the room, he signalled a barmaid for a glass of whisky on the rocks and did not stir.

*This was odd? He had visited only days earlier and caused a very different scene, it wasn't right.*

The barmaid walked over to the bar and requested a whisky on the rocks for the corner table. "Just a whiskey on the rocks for the gentleman...". The barkeep handed her a tray with some snacks and some drinks for a nearby table.

"Here take this to table seven, who did you say the whiskey was for?" he asked as counted some money into the cash register.

"That gentleman in the corner, the one with the cap" she replied as she took the tray and pointed over in his direction.

The barkeep raised his head, his eyes instantly catching Reiner's, he went pale and quickly stuttered his words as he muddled them up for a few seconds whilst shooing away the barmaid waving both arms forward, before he got himself together. "Errmm, Gofwwww, fwww.... t-th...call...errm... Nevermind?! Go!" *cough*. She looked back at him raising an eyebrow as he was acting rather peculiar. He bent turned around and grabbed a bottle of whisky from the shelf beside him and inspected the empty contents in a surprised manner, he then crouched down to grab another bottle pulling out his phone in the process to call The Congress as instructed by Bill.

"Is this Bill? He's here, that fella y'all came lookin' for...".

He hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket before standing up again and finishing off the drink, the barmaid at this moment had returned and stood before him huffing and puffing seeing the Barkeep hadn't taken the drink, she carried the drink back to the corner where Reiner sat.

"Appreciated." The tone was low and polite, a gentleman's thanks. Reiner sat still, playing with his glass, spinning on the table before taking a sip. His only moved his eyes from behind the shadow of his cap, left, right, forward, right... Every movement was being captured, every conversation was being overheard and monitored he was in a strategic location to control the room and gather any information he could. The tavern was a popular Junker hangout and somebody with half a brain would know it wise to listen to any information regarding their work, Reiner had met some before, all had a underhand in something, and although it wasn't often flashed, they were far from poor folk.

He sat remained seated in the corner, occasionally withdrawing his phone from his pocket, taking a glimpse and putting it away again. The change in attitude was too divergent, the barkeep discretely kept an eye on him, Reiner had noticed the occasional check, but no notice was taken, what threat was this man to him, he could barely speak when Reiner first entered the bar a few days ago.