He walked over to the counter, smiling as he and the man met eyes. If the CIA knew who this man was Riley would be out of a job at the very least.<br/><br/>"Coffee for me and chocolate and vanilla milkshake for my friend," he said, making himself comfortable on one of the stools. "What's the news from the underground? Any sign of this kid we seem so desperate to find?"<br/><br/>"Not a word," the man replied. "Someone's helping him but it sure as heck ain't me. I'm guessing our old friend is being readied to 'deal with the situation?'" he asked, Riley nodding in response. "Damnit Riley, the kid doesn't stand a chance against someone like that."<br/><br/>"I know Cypher," Riley said, biting his lip. "I've seen what he's capable of first-hand. If you find the boy get him out of here as soon as you can, I'll keep Breaker distracted for as long as I can but there's only so much I can do." He got up, taking the drinks from the man and returning to the table. "Chocolate and vanillia milkshake, to my knowledge you can't buy this anywhere else, certainly not in this state anyway." He sat down, trying to stifle a yawn.