The underworld of Neo-Seattle has some very strange holdouts. While the humdrum, typical street crime favors back allies and abandoned warehouses of the "historic" district, the top tier criminals can often be found in the same places as mega-rich and powerful. Cafe Thernardie is just one of these places. Here, mob bosses, CEOs, and the criminal elite gathered to discuss business and pleasure. To Derek, it was just another meeting place.

While Derek didn't often enjoy wearing it, he did have a suit that could be prepared for more public dealings. It restricted his movement, limited his gear, and didn't allow for his ever-present glider pack, but it kept him incognito. With nary but a single pistol hidden in his jacket, Derek strode into the restaurant where Myles was waiting for him. Taking a seat at a little table in the corner, Derek joined his friend and business partner.

"Derek, my friend!" Myles cried out in delight. "Punctual as always, I see. Although, I must say you always look impressive in that suit."
"You can try all you like, but I won't wear it unless I have to," Derek quipped in response. "Anyway, that isn't why I'm here. First, I'm here for business. Second, I believe I was promised lunch."
"Yes, yes. Your usual is on its way," Myles responded. "Now then, about your catch..."

Derek stuck a hand into his jacket pocket, and casually slid the necklace over. Myles covertly cupped it in his hands, and gazed at it in all. "The Madreka necklace," Derek commented. "I did my homework. The gemstone in the housing was cut from a perfect ruby, the necklace itself crafted by the greatest artisans on the planet, and housed in one of the most secure vaults in the city. Or rather, was, as you can see."

Grinning ear to ear, Myles pocketed the masterpiece. "I don't know why I'm surprised by your successes. You haven't let me down, yet. The funds will be sent to your account immediately. Now then, I know you don't discuss business while eating, but I have another job for you."
Derek raised an eyebrow. "If its Ares Macrotech again, you know my answer. I don't do jobs for megacorps. No matter how well they pay."
Myles shook his head. "No, not quite. I guarantee you will be impressed. It's quite sensitive, though, so I sent it through the terminal. Read it on your own time. Now then, I believe our lunch is here."

After about another half hour, Derek strode into an alleyway about two blocks away from the restaurant. Stashed within a hidden cache was his standard gear and his glider pack. It didn't matter what he was doing. Derek always made sure his gear was on hand.