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The door opens, revealing a bright white light filling the space. A moment later, a figure is silhouetted against the light.
"This appears to be the place, Owen," the figure calls out over his shoulder. The voice is male, and has a tone of authority that is used to being obeyed. "Excellent work. If I'm right, I should be back within a second, from your point of view."
The figure steps forward, and the door closes. He's tall, middle-aged, with short brown hair and a well-groomed goatee. He's wearing a business suit that cost more than the average annual salary in Manhattan. And these are his expendable clothes.
Xanatos looks around the room, taking in the patrons, the bar, the Observation Window, his grin slowly growing the entire time. It seems his information was accurate after all. How fascinating.
He walks directly to the bar and orders a Glenmorangie, not even blinking when it appears in front of him.
"This appears to be the place, Owen," the figure calls out over his shoulder. The voice is male, and has a tone of authority that is used to being obeyed. "Excellent work. If I'm right, I should be back within a second, from your point of view."
The figure steps forward, and the door closes. He's tall, middle-aged, with short brown hair and a well-groomed goatee. He's wearing a business suit that cost more than the average annual salary in Manhattan. And these are his expendable clothes.
Xanatos looks around the room, taking in the patrons, the bar, the Observation Window, his grin slowly growing the entire time. It seems his information was accurate after all. How fascinating.
He walks directly to the bar and orders a Glenmorangie, not even blinking when it appears in front of him.