Cool winter evenings in the grey skied city. Even in the darkness of night he knew puffy clouds plagued the darkness above persisting long after the sun had set. It wasn't as much as he could see it, but he 'feels' it or rather, that's what kind of evening it felt like. The validity of the statement was inconsequential. His walking stick clicks against the cement as he feels around for the entrance of the bar. The walking stick wasn't necessary, he can see enough to make out what was directly in front of him and while everything else was covered in a dense red fog he was still able to make out structures, and people alike. No, he brings the cane with him because it's convenient. It's what society expects of the blind. The stick was to keep the pity away, or at best keep it silent. In short it was a tool to show he needed no assistance.

His heels click as he enters one of the admittedly nicer bars in the city. He makes his way to one of the open stools briefcase in hand as he rests against the long counter. He wasn't much for bars, he preferred drinking in his inner sanctum if you will, the comfort and silence of his apartment complimented a beer far more than any bar would, but orders were orders and meeting in places like this was inconspicuous which worked best in his field, and in terms of bars this one wasn't bad. Thus he waits for the operative sent to meet him the brief case sitting by his feet now. The portfolio contained documents on some minor politician who'd delved a little bit too deep into the darker side of the city. His crime? Using council money to settle gambling debts, something the man would pay for when the time came.

He decides to hold off on ordering any drink waving a dismissive arm at the bartender a small smile moving across his face all the while leaving the keep to serve paying patrons. Amidst the chatter he waits for the sent operative to come. He'd heard little about the message sent reading, 'Gold hair, you'll know her when you see her.' how clever did they think they were? wonders silently.

Basically he has a briefcase to give you. JUSTIN SAMUELS