Richard always hated going into the sewers and trying to meet someone down there, sure he knew how good they were for hiding and escaping, but they smelled, were cramped like a grave, and easy to get lost in. So it was no surprise that he was grumbling or looking on edge as he made his way into the sewers towards the designated meeting spot. "Well its no wonder the Germans think us no better then rats, we hide like them" he said softly, almost a muffle and thinking aloud, to himself as he walked. He knew why though and would never suggest they operate out in the open, but the last few weeks hadn't been going well for him and he was in a worse mood then usual as he walked. He reached into his pocket pulling out a lighter, striking it, and his pocket watch to see the time,<em>almost time for the meeting better hurry wouldn't want to keep her waiting</em>, he thought to himself.<br/><br/>Nearing the location he took out his pipe and hit it against the wall emptying the ash from it, and it was also his way of letting people know he was coming. Nothing is worse then getting shot before or during a meeting because someone was trigger happen and that sound was his calling card. He refilled his pipe and lit it as his right hand moved to his back and came to rest on a pistol he had hidden there. He slowly stepped around the corner and into the area where he was to meet Helen, he was cautious and quickly swept the room with his eyes, and luckily Helen was the only one there. With a small sigh of relief his hand moves away from his gun to rest at his side and he takes a rather large puff from his pipe, thankful to live another day. "Evening" he said as he made his way into the area proper and tipped his hat slightly towards her "I hear that you have some work that needs doing, is that right?" As he asked he made his way to the table and if there was a free seat he would take it and wait to hear exactly what it was she wanted done.