The safe house had been warm and the water had been cold, but they were prepared for that in their wetsuits. Little could be done to have them ready for the bitter cold of the early morning. Still, every movement was one step closer to getting each of them onto the next phase of their lives. The four changed as quickly as possible, putting on some of the warm clothes taken from the safe house then began walking to the rendezvous spot, apparently the fancy restaurant that Blackbird had been raving about. The group pauses a couple of blocks away from the eatery so that Arc can send her eyes out to look around the area. Jedediah's contact had told them to look for a BMW limo and sure enough, there was one parked off to the side of the building, as if waiting to pick up some well-heeled customer inside for breakfast. or an early lunch. Arc shares the feeds with the others and Yelena nods as she watches, asking Arc to send them to look at several places where she would hide if this was a set up to have them killed.
Arc complies but there is nothing in any of the sites Yelena has suggested that would indicate that this is a trap. A dark-skinned female Orc is standing outside the car, her breath misting slightly as she waits. The drones show that there is a man inside the car on the driver's side. Yelena tells the others to move a bit closer and she will make contact with the car and its occupants. She is armed with the contact code and password from Jedediah and moves forward, asking Arc to keep one of the eyes on the woman and another flitting about the various potential ambush sites.
Yelena is dressed in the jeans and shirt they found in the safe house that most closely fits her and wearing one of the coats that they had found. Everything says that she is one of the locals except her snowy white hair and the fact that she is an Elf, which although not common is not enough to make her stand out as a foreigner. She is carrying her weapons case but her silenced Predator is under the coat where she can get to it easily. Approaching the woman, Yelena notes the professional stance of the other and smiles to herself when she is given a professional once over as she walks up. At least they did not send an amateur. Yelena stops a few feet away from the car and pulls a silver cigarette case from a pocket of her coat and removes one of her thin cigars. Looking at the other woman, she motions with the cigar and asks for a light, adding in the first part of the coded password, speaking in Russian.
