Junior's grin is pure predator.  His eyes even twinkle.<br/><br/><strong>"I think Ingress is in very good hands.  All right, let's go find somewhere that a guy can get some decent General's Chicken, and you can get to work while I sit around like a nice, big, happy decoy."</strong><br/><br/>As it turns out, the place he has in mind is a tiny little shop barely big enough for the counter, the register, the menu, and three customers at a time.  Mre importantly, it's under a covered walkway and thus an excellent place to break visual contact with your new special friend. He orders in what you might guess is tone deaf pidgin Chinese (if the expression of the pudgy middle-aged woman behind the counter is any indication) and flashes you the high sign before taking the stool closest to the front window to wait for his food.