Zelic heard them talking as he walked to the bar, hoping to find something of his liking. "James...i've heard that name before..." he tought. He checked his notebook and looked at the man from the corner of his eyes. He grinned and stored the notebook away. Yes, James Jhonson, he had sent a few prototypes of paralyzing drugs to him, wether they had reached him or not he didn't knew. "Raspberry vodka if you have, if it is german it would be even better. Just ice please." he said leaning on the bar.