Informing the misinformed [Turkey]

[portugal]

Nicolao sighed fingering the disk. He loved being a hacker but sometimes he could never really get the images he saw quite out of his head. Oh well he could deal with it. Besides as long as it was him seeing it he was okay, it happening to lots of innocent people was something he would never let happen.

He entered the club where he was supposed to meet his contact. Nicolao never dealt with the contact twice in a row, it was far too dangerous if it became a routine. The club was impressive, it was well taken care of and the local riff-raff seemed to avoid the place.

Nicolao walked up to the bar and took a seat. He looked at the bartender and ordered. The only thing he knew about his contact was that he owned the club. Nicolao just had to hope that the contact knew he was here.

[Sadiq Adnan]

Turkey turned around and saw a new person he had never seen there before. He wondered if this was supposed to be the contact he need to get the information from. He didn't know what kind of info he was going to get, and frankly he didn't want to know; the less he knew, the better. Once he got it, he just had to pass it to the head of the group, the less hands it changed threw the better.

Walking over to the gentleman, he introduced himself. "Welcome to Club Mystery. The regular bartender has the night off and I'll be taking his place. If you need anything, I'll be sure to try and accommodate you. Can I start you off with something to drink, maybe something hot?"

He hoped he picked up on the slight clues in the words, if not, he would proceed to identify himself as the owner....if he was the contact, that would do it, if not, no harm done.