[h2]20th Ward, Anteiku Cafe[/h2]

Jacque stifled a yawn as he stepped out of his jeep and adjusted his glasses to better keep the sunlight out of his eyes. It seemed as though most of the ghoul activity was primarily done around night, as even ward thirteen seemed to be relatively peaceful at the moment. Jacque had no idea that the CCG branch for this particular ward was busy cleaning the kill of other agents, it wasn't his job to know after all. His knowledge of the other wards was mostly limited to what information he was told by other investigators. He was currently using said information to see for himself if the little hole-in-the-wall type cafe he stood in front of really was as good as some of his coworkers claimed it to be. 

Jacque left his weapon on the floor floor of the passenger seat of the vehicle as he walked into the cafe. As he entered the establishment Jacque found himself surprised with the quaintness of the place; it was plain and yet somehow as warm and inviting as a home, a far cry from some of the other coffee places he'd been to in his travels which usually focused on ramping up the cool or uniqueness factor in one way or another to reach to the younger customers rather than focusing on making good food and drink. After taking a seat in an empty booth near a window and ordering a cup of columbian brew, Jacque began to gaze out into the streets and at the people passing by, wondering if at some point he'd be made to cleave one of two of them in two for his next paycheck.