The man who answers only to 'Inimicus' now sips at his coffee.  The cup is quite devoid of sugar, cream, or anything else to make the lousy stuff palatable, but if he notices, he doesn't show it.<br/><br/>"All right," he says finally, in a distant sort of tone, and quietly enough so they won't be overheard.  "Two targets in the neighborhood.  Do we check them out one at a time, or split up?"<br/><br/>(OOC: Should I assume we at least have a picture of Jennifer, so we'll know her by sight?)