<strong>Caleb Hatcher -- A Minor Delay</strong><br/><br/>Mr. Wade's introduction seemed to touch off a cascade of arrivals. Shortly after he took his seat, Ms. McGlone appeared out of nowhere, extending her hand while stuffing a book into her bag. Both he and Mr. Wade rose and shook her hand, and before they could be re-seated a second woman arrived, Ms. Tate.<br/><br/>"Ah, Ms. McGlone, Ms. Tate, thank you both for coming. I was very pleased to have received your replies to my ad; the reports I've read concerning your abilities were quite impressive. I'm glad to have you both involved in this job."<br/><br/>As he was speaking, he was distracted by the clatter of glass on plastic. One of the waitresses practically tackled Mr. Wade onto their table, and a glass of whiskey was sent flying all over Ms. Tate's shirt. Mr. Hatcher watched, wide-eyed, as the full spectacle unraveled in front of him. Mr. Wade soon stumbled back onto his feet, and in a rather ungentlemanly display immediately turned to stare at Ms. Tate's soaked-through shirt. Fortunately the man corrected himself before Hatcher decided to do it for him, and offered the poor girl a handkerchief from his pocket. He was about to offer the woman his own jacket, but the young Ms. McGlone beat him to it.<br/><br/>He was about to suggest that they all adjourn to their rooms for a moment to allow Ms. Tate the opportunity to change into a clean outfit, when his thoughts were interrupted by yet another introduction. Another man, perhaps the same age as Mr. Wade or a little older, approached their table and introduced himself in a rather soothing voice.<br/><br/>"Oh! Welcome, Father. I wasn't aware my trouble had attracted the Vatican's attention, but I'm certainly grateful you came. I<em>am</em>right to assume you're here to assist with, er...well, with the exorcism?" Hatcher asked, his voice lowered slightly, having visible trouble with hinting at the nature of his problem. After the priest's reply, he held up a hand.<br/><br/>"Well, I was planning to offer you all a meal before we began discussing the job, but I don't think it will hurt anything if we all take a little while and head up to our rooms, freshen up and all that before dinner. You've all already been checked in, and your keys are at the front desk if you haven't collected them yet. Why don't we meet back here in, say half an hour?" He said, offering Ms. Tate a conspiratorial wink.<br/><br/>Of course, he had no intention of returning to his suite, but it wouldn't harm anything to postpone the discussion a bit. He'd been waiting for nearly a year now; thirty minutes wouldn't hurt.