<b>February 14th 2021<br/>
10:14 PM<br/>
Lisbon</b><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(22, 125, 119)"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">THE PROFESSOR</span></span></span>​</div><br/>Dressed in simple black pants and blue checkers shirt he looked like any other regular in the bar. He had topped his appearance with a sweater and a hat. Outside the winter wind still declared its supremacy and for once, Gislebert was pleased to be in a bar. The warmth of the house and the alcohol would definitely do him good. He adjusted his glasses and approached the bar, having burned his face to memory, Gislebert knew exactly what to look for.<br/><br/>Unlike most bars, this one had the decency of hanging flowery decorations, bells and glitters. Gislebert at a point wondered if it was still Christmas, and as his eyes fell on two love birds at a table he remembered it was Valentine's day. Ah Paris! He sighed inhaling imaginative island breeze.<br/>"Love is in the air" he muttered.<br/>It didn't take long to spot the man, his heart told his eyes where to look and he wasn't surprised to find him by the bar, a drink in hand. Taking a seat beside, Gislebert greeted the bull of a waiter. The man's grumpy face was enough to tell the Professor he had something against the day, and Gislebert quickly turned gaze from him wondering why a bouncer would be placed behind a bar.<br/><br/>"Hello Sir, My name is...." Gislebert began turning to his target, the purpose for flying to Portugal.<br/><br/>"Not Interested." The man had said cutting him off with eyes void of curiosity and interest like he Gislebert was some sort of armature conman. Gislebert swallowed hard, eyes briefly fly back to the waiter who was staring at him with a smudge grin. He would have to change his approach if he was to get this man's attention.<br/><br/>"When I left the airport this morning, I passed by five Spaniards with distinctive tattoos, a snake curled around a cross." He began, his voice steady and leveled. Eyes on his vague reflection on the well polished cherrywood counter. "Taking the time I took to find you alone into consideration and my connections within Lisbon, it won't be long before they catch up with you. Your room at the shabby motel has been ransacked, in 25 minutes, calls will be made and your exact location be known. Taking traffic into consideration, its a 10 minutes drive. Bliven hands will be here in 40 minutes." He paused and looked up at the man, a sly smile split his lips. "I believe I have your attention now Mr Amari."