Two men dressed in mostly black sat across the room from the group, discretely observing them and talking to one another.<br/><br/>One of the men looked relatively younger and definitely smaller. His hair was slicked back with a few strands of hair falling before his eyes. His sunglasses set above his brow as he leaned back in his chair. He held a cup of double shot espresso as he relaxed and observed. "How have things been, friend? It's been a long time, has it not?" His thick Greek accent was so suave.<br/><br/>The other man was built to a point, muscular on every inch of his body. His sunglasses were covering his eyes, unlike his partner, hiding the gateway to his soul. He sat there without coffee, not wanting to look like a pansy. He eyed the group silently. "Not long enough." His voice was gruff and blunt, lined with nothing but boredom.<br/><br/>The smaller man crooked a brow. "Rude, aren't we?" His eyes turned to the group as well. "What do you think of them, hm?"<br/><br/>"I don't exactly see why they're the chosen ones."<br/><br/>"You never do, friend."