The longer she waited to see if the Black Sentinel would show, the closer the time came for the next bust. She was slightly antsy, though putting that outward mask of patience on, wasn't no point in looking like you were ready to dive out of a window just for the chance to do what was right. The next bust was the illegal selling of biochemical weaponry. Hitting the black mark price at over a million person weapon, depending on the model. The thought settled for a moment as the entrance to the facility opened, introducing a new face to the already growing crowd.<br/><br/>Pulling away from the window Xebel's attention lingered over a few faces, right now seemed the best time to leave, catch a meal before the big sell went down. Walking pass the gathered people, she left the building, back to the streets of the city. Walking down the side streets of the city, the aim here was to grab a bite to eat and then head back to the Task force Division office and prepare for tonight. She walked pass several restaurants, looking for that little mom and pop's diner she so enjoyed. It was a little run down building, but everything that came out of the kitchen was of a homemade hand. Pulling the diner door open, she was greeted by Mickey that stood in the kitchen.<br/><br/>"Hey! Theres my favorite customer. You look good today Xebel, hows it going?"<br/><br/>A wide smile grew over her lips, seeing the ever familiar face as the door fell closed behind her. Not wasting much time she took up a stool at the front counter, overlooking the large kitchen behind it. Her hand snatched up a menu, scanning the many items there as she puckered her lips for a moment and raised her eyes to Mickey.<br/><br/>"You know how it is... deal with shit bags, get shot... and in the end the good guys end up the bad guys."<br/><br/>There was a slight huff of air as she lowered her gaze back down to the menu in front of her. She had at least eaten everything in the place two  times over, and it was all good, the exception being the chicken. Her hand flicked the menu to the side, moving it out of her way before meeting Mickey's gaze again.<br/><br/>"Hell, surprise me with something."<br/><br/>The man grew a smile to his lips as he turned around and started to work magic. Xebel simply starred at him, Mickey wasn't a half bad looking man, for a man well into his late forties. The years had done him good though, his chest was still sculpted, clear signs that he still worked out in his down time. Xebel liked that thought, a man that still took care of himself even as old as he was, his hair was a different story, it dusted like salt and pepper, but it seemed to give flavor to the face it set above. His eyes were the brightest green she had ever seen, the nose was large and bulbous from one too many hits to the face. Mickey had grown on her over time, becoming a good friend and her one and only cook,  breakfast, lunch, dinner, it didn't matter, this was one of Xebel's favorite places to be found at.<br/><br/>Her gaze watched as eggs were tossed in a pan, bacon fried on a grill, and a morning cut steak sizzled by a second grill. The scent fumed through the diner as she murmur her complete approval of what he was making for her. Her legs crossed over one another as the plate of food was brought and set in front of her, touch Mickey's expression was a little more grim then moments before, which had Xebel cocking a brow at him.<br/><br/>"What is it Mickey? I can tell when something is on your mind."<br/><br/>He was cleaning his hands as he came closer to the counter and leaned his right forearm on top of the counter in front of her. He leaned into her slightly and debated exactly what to say, though it took less time then what he thought it would.<br/><br/>"I know your heading out tonight, you only stop in here for a quick bite to eat before heading to work. Just be careful, people in your line of work end up in body bags."<br/><br/>She was stunned to complete silence hearing that, but she couldn't disagree with him either, he was just... right. Picking up her fork she nodded her head as she started to dig into the eggs, savoring the taste at the end of her fork. Lowering the fork back down she smiled at him before reassuring him.<br/><br/>"Don't worry, I'll be fine."