An hour passed with good sushi and banal chit chat, those who had opened their envelopes knew they had somewhere to be getting to. Those who had not done so needed to be there all the same, they just didn't know they had to. The Scope lay mere blocks away, and only a block or less from where they had previously been, but such was life. One of the side doors was opened, no main entrance this time. They'd been instructed to enter this way regardless, and one of the conference rooms off to the side lay waiting for them to arrive and take their respective seats. Each was labeled with a name, or a misnomer. It wouldn't do to go around calling them by their actual names, after all, so each was either a witty sobriquet, or their generally given false name.<br/><br/>A serious looking man waited for them, giving the opinion that he was not to be trifled with. The two gentlemen behind him with semiautomatic weapons not even remotely hidden reinforced this opinion, though they weren't trying to look overtly menacing. He was a man of middling age, a touch of gray in his hair though it wasn't natural; he found that giving the impression he was older than he was tended to work in his favor. It did. In his business, being old meant being good. He stood, patient as granite and just as emotional, waiting for all to arrive. His men showed a little more emotion than he, apprehension, agitation, anger.... a lot of things that started with A. It would seem they hadn't gotten much past that letter of the alphabet. So the room sat, waiting for its occupants. The hour approached, woe unto those who arrived late for this important meeting. Woe to the world, should they not arrive at all.