Day: 2<br/>Location: Apocalyptica Public Library, Downtown.<br/><br/><br/>Morning found Han in a better mood. Better actually meant<span style="font-style: italic">less gloomy </span>than usual. The library was mostly devoid of people when heâ€™d entered, at 10 in the morning. It started to fill up slowly as the hour hand slowly drove closer to noon. Now, at 1 in the afternoon, it seemed empty, once more. The college students, coming in for research, had gone out for lunch. Few professors lurked in solitary tables, books piled in front of them. They were all harmless bunches, seeking knowledge in the comfort of these large halls.<br/><br/>Han was in his office. The ever-faithful decanter was in front, fully stocked with Maxwell House, in all its raw and powerful taste, good to the last drop. Lobo should be here with Amy in less than an hour. He was quite eager to meet this young woman. She had earned herself quite the reputation, as far as reliable ears can be trusted. Han, however, believed in â€œseeing is believing.â€  Now then, where was that report?<br/><br/>The first bodyguard, as his profile spoke from the report, was an ex-IRA. Honest and loyal to the core, Ian McBride was a human â€˜pillar of trustâ€™. Completely incorruptible, unto death. The second one was a Deacon, who never got to be a Priest, voluntarily. He retired from his services and sought to protect the Padre. As a recruit, Han remembered, he showed enormous talent. Then suddenly something happens and heâ€™s forced to choose between his profession and family. Padre made it possible so that he didnâ€™t have to choose, for which Richard, or more popularly known as â€œRough Richieâ€, became an ever-grateful and faithful-to-death servant of the Padre, and on course of time, becoming his bodyguard. Both of them were true professionals in their business. A great loss this would be, no doubt, for the Padre. The first grim expression of the day settling on his face, Han poured himself his first cup of coffee. The Styrofoam was replaced today by his favourite coffee mug â€“ Teal coloured with a white unicorn etched around the body. He went through their personal profiles, backgrounds, family histories, everything they have been able to scoop up on them â€“ which was pretty much<span style="font-style: italic">everything</span>. The small table-clock near the ivory pen-stand on his desk announced 1:30 with a soothing, melodious chime. Han gently threw the folder on the desk and leaned back on his chair. Rummaging on the bottom drawer blindly for a few seconds, he fished out the remote to the 40â€ LED hanging on the wall to his right. A little channel-surfing was in order, till the duo arrives.