<strong>Archie</strong><br/><br/>"You leap ahead of me too quickly," Yazkov wags a finger at Archie, grinning.  "And Dostoevsky, being a Tsarist and a mystic, would of course disapprove.  Too much heaven on his mind, like too many of my countrymen."  He filled his glass again.  "It is not<em>my</em>plan to which I refer, old fellow...my plans are neither ineffable nor absent, and I do not need to pretend that a failing on your part prevents me from sharing it.  Rather, I am waiting for the others.  You can extend that much patience, I hope?  I prefer to make the sales pitch once and answer all the questions at once."<br/><br/>He reaches over, taps the paper.<br/><br/>"This?  Is a mistake.  I intend that all of you should enjoy the opportunity that the ineffable, absent plan has provided, all because the left office does not understand what the right bureau has ordained.  But first we must wait for our young friends.  They should be here soon."<br/><br/><strong>Ysabel and Alexi</strong><br/><br/>"Just Fitz," Fitz says, holding the door for the others.  "Lock up if you want.  Or not.  Saves on losing the safety deposit if someone breaks in."<br/><br/>He leads the way out through the parking lot, around a tiny pool that has seen better days and irregular cleaning, and out onto a crowded, cluttered street.  "Here we are!  Four Points Barrio.  Not the best neighborhood, but it's less expensive than Burgerville and safer than Great Men.  I'll get you guys a map later.  We're heading to Sunken, which is where the tourists tend to hang out, except for the hedonists and perverts who flock to Flowers.  With me so far?  This is not  a safe and secure neighborhood, but that's all to the good.  Means you don't need to worry as much about defending yourselves vigorously."<br/><br/>He steps around a street kid who is handing out colorful fliers in Arabic, ducks around a pair of bickering vendors, and waves both of you on toward a jitney idling at the next corner.  A sign in the window reads "Sunken" in large block letters, black marker on neon orange posterboard.<br/><br/>"Okay, our ride's here.  Shake a leg, folks!"<br/><br/>