The other table was lined with three bald men, and the female secretary.  Obvious agents, since they stood out like a sore thumb (bald agents never look like they're having a good or bad time).  These were the men that Algernon had been concerned about, and that worry grew incrementally as time wore on.  Though their ruse was enjoyable, it wasn't going to work, and Algernon now knew why.<br/><br/>Holding up a white sheet of photograph paper, one of the agents was comparing the image in his hand to the woman seated in front of him.  This agent turned quietly to the man seated behind him, and there was a small behavioral communication that indicated to Algernon (at the very least) that the two had found their target.  Then, as they stood up, Algernon quickly unholstered his two pistols, tossed one across the table to Dahlia, and pointed in the general direction of the three armed men.<br/><br/>"Three spooks, seven o'clock," he said, letting off a reverie of fire that forced two of the men to take cover.   "We need to get to our room quickly and pack up."  The remaining spook took a pot shot at Dahlia, but the bullet zipped right by her and made a hole in the aquarium behind her.  Bullets from a 9mm don't travel very far in water, so none of the fauna was hurt.<br/>