Just one hour before the planned date, everyone was ready.
Mike had returned with the limo and a small vial holding the alchemical spell. Anna would only have to open the tiny bottle and touch the liquid inside. Krestov he handed a slap patch with Laes, just in case the escort lady needed to forget the meeting.
Anna and Flatline both had been transformed through make-up and hair dye into somewhat realistic copies of Zola and Eve.
Slobber was ready to ride out on his bike while Krestov had donned the appearance of a chauffeur.
Kite and bnc both where ready to go into VR for overwatch duty.
Time to come face to face with Zola for the first time.
The restaurant was one of the countless high class affairs in downtown Seattle. French cuisine with prices that made even purchasing a glass of water an expense that a typical sarari man would have to run by his financial adviser. And yet there were a lot of people waiting at the bar to be shown a table.
Flatline got out of the car and went into the restaurant, scanning for Eve. The girl wore a fashionable costume and large sun glasses as well as dyed red hair, so it took the combined efforts of bnc and to recognize her.
I took the doctor a moment to sweet talk her into leaving the restaurant, but could convince her that the restaurant was a bit to packed for his taste.
They left the restaurant not a moment to soon: Just as the doors of the limo had closed, Slobber saw three man come up from the parking garage.
The one in the middle was quite obviously Zola: Tall, tan and black haired with expensive glasses and an even more expensive suit.
Behind him and to his left and right his bodyguards followed: A surprisingly small guy of south american descent, wearing an obviously armored suit. His features were hard and a scar curved upwards from the left corner of his mouth. His head was shaved and at the side of his neck a tatooed claw was visible that likely belonged to some kind of great cat. His lips were small and tightly pressed together which made him looking annoyed.
The other one was a tall elf with a military buzz cut. He wore tinted glasses as well as earbuds and bore a bored expression. When he moved his arms for a short moment bandages at his forearms became visible.
The trio entered the restaurant and moved past the waiting line of guests directly to the hostess and were directly shown their table.
Meanwhile in the car, Flatline seemed to have already expended what charm he had and the conversation between him and the beautiful girl had come to a halt, despite her best efforts to keep it going.
Through the rearview mirror Krestov saw Flatline look pleadingly towards him. <<Krestov, I really don't know what to say to this girl or where to take her. Do you have an idea?>>