A Critical Meeting

[Kazinsal]

"Evening, Ricky," Harold called out to the bouncer. "Perry in yet?"

The bouncer nodded silently and jerked a thumb toward the VIP lounge of the Siren's Call. Harold looked at him quizzically; usually the emerald-headed slab of meat was more vocal. "Everything okay, bud?" he asked out of a mix of friendly conversation and genuine concern.

"Fine, Mr. Kane-- er, Harold," came the response.

Harold cocked his head slightly. "Well, alright then. See you later," he said, patting the bouncer's shoulder as he walked into the club. The last time he was here, he didn't remember much. He was pretty sure that he came in already probably too drunk to serve, which was definitely the opposite of tonight. Business was the reason for the visit, an occasion that seemed odd to him to hold in the VIP lounge of a karaoke bar, but Escher was the handler in charge of the operation this meeting regarded, so odd was to be expected.

He found his way back to the booth that Paracusia and their contact were sat at and unzipped his leather jacket. "Hope I'm not too late," he said, hanging the jacket up on the stand next to the booth. He sat next to the Commission agent and looked their way. "Perr-Perr. Good to see you, as always." He quickly turned to the other person at the table and smiled. "Billy Xae, correct? Welcome to Canberra."