The man was sat quietly in the busy cafe, his coffee untouched, seemingly oblivious to the world around him as his eyes scanned through the paper infront of him. His smartly pressed suit screamed Lawyer or Doctor to all those around him, while the paper in his hands surgested stockbroker or business man. He lowered it slowly as the waitress approached again, putting down one more coffee, departing with a smile and without a word.
The middle aged man let a smile of his own creep onto his face as he folded the paper and put it down on the chair beside him on top of the briefcase. Sliding his sleeve back he checked the time and let his eyes wonder round the cafe for a moment before turning his attention the to streets around them, watching the people going about their daily business in such a hurry. He did so enjoy people watching, it was certainly a hobby of sorts.
Sliding the envelope out of his inside jacket pocket he placed it on the saucer holding the extra cup of coffee and went back to his paper.
"Ah Mr Toynbee, so good of you to take the time to meet with me, my employer will be very pleased to hear that you did indeed take an interest in his business propersition."
He lowered the paper, takig the time to fold it neatly again and place it out of the way, leaning back in his chair watching the young green skinned man approach, sticking out like the proverbial sore thumb amongst the business suites that filled the cafe...
Oh man blowing up those X-Men statues the other night gave Calvin Toynbee that old rush that he usually got from causing mayhem and destruction. The fact that it was done on “Resistance” territory made it that much more sweeter. It was like a high that the man hadn't quite come down from. He knew though in the back of his mind that those people would be gunning for him now since the chick that tried to stop him could ID him. All she had to do was say green skin. I mean how many other mutants in the city had green skin? Not a lot. Because of that little explosion display he'd been contacted by some dude named Essex and now he had some sort of meeting with the man at a diner of all places. Yea, very inconspicuous.
Calvin entered the cafe where he was supposed to meet the dude. He immediately frowned a little at the attire of the other people in the building. They all looked like some sort of professionals in whatever fields they worked in. He looked down at his own shirtless and ripped jeans body. ”Guess I'm a little bit under dressed eh?” He nudged a waitress as she walked by giving him a look of disgust. His eyes darted towards one of the individuals that knew his name. He went over and sat across from the dude in a lax position. ”Why couldn't the big guy come himself instead of sending some little lackey?”
The mutant looked at the cup of coffee on the table before taking a hold of it. The tip of his tongue tested the taste before he gave the beverage a sip.
The man at the table just smiled and sipped his coffee again as Calvin approached. He was everything he had been expecting and nothing more, brash, bold and obviously confident enough in himself to walk around amongst the humans without hiding what he was. But then those same traits could get you into a world of trouble in the wrong situations.
He studied the young man opposite him for a few moments without saying anything, just observing as he tested the coffee before drinking an mouthful. His posture was relaxed, but then given his gentic mutation flexibility was a given so he no doubt had no problems holding such an uncomfortable looking slouch in a chair not designed for such a pose,
"Because like all eccentic men he values his privacy above all else and finds dealing through intermidearies much more to his liking."
The man motioned to the envelope sat beside the coffee cup with a wave of his hand and continued to speak,
"A simple gift for your time. The message is encoded to your specific DNA...should you wish to accept my employers help all you have to do is listen to the instructions on the recorder device, if you feel otherwise, simply dispose of the device any way you see fit."
He sipped his coffee again, calling the waitress over for a refill as he drained the cup, quiet for a few moments as the steaming liquid was poured into the cup,
"The money is yours whatever you decide, now are there any other concerns i may be able to address Mr Toynbee?"
Calvin's eyes had drifted toward the hot little waitress that was passing by. If he were more rude he probably would have reached out and pinched her on the ass... or done something a little more provocative. He looked back to the man sitting across from him when he spoke. ”Mystery men and their damn secrecy. Like comic book villains or something.” What the hell was with those types of dudes. Too scared to conduct business in the open? Hell even drug dealers did their do in the open, just a tad bit inconspicuously as to not get arrested. Calvin looked down to the envelope for a second before reaching down to retrieve it.
He sat the coffee down and opened the envelope with a grin. Calvin pocketed the little device and tossed the empty envelope aside. ”This Sinister dude sure has some fun little toys. Wonder what else he has.” Calvin immediately began thinking about all the types of explosives that could be at his disposal. That would be some awesome paradise right there! He looked to the man to try and think of something that he might want to ask. ”So how is this all gonna go down. I'm getting tired of sitting around the NO base bored outta mi cabeza.” Since the coffee was cool down enough, he downed it as if it were nothing more than a cup of water. He'd give the device a listen later when he was on the way “home.”
The man across the table just smiled polietly at the waitress as Calvin pinched her behind, shaking his head as he went back to his new cup of coffee. He blew on the steaming liquid for a moment before taking a sip, letting the rich taste warm him. Sitting back again in his chair,
"Its all explained on the recording device i believe Mr Toynbee but from what i understand it will require you to simply follow instructions as directed by my Employer. He will see to it that everything is in place at the right time. All you will have to do is play good little mutant for a few days longer."
With that he pulled out his wallet from the inside pocket of his jacket and slipped the payment for the coffee's onto the side of his plate, before standing slowly and offering his hand across the table to his guest,
"I'm sure we shall be seeing each other very shortly Mr Toynbee, please do take care of yourself...and should the thought ever cross your mind to double cross my employer let me just remind you of this...he has the power to make you disapear from the New Order without much effort...making you disapear for good wouldn't be to much harder for him. Good day sir.
With that he turned, and tucking his paper under one arm, briefcase in hand he strolled away from the cafe, disapearing into the crowds of people on the streets...