"[color=00746b]So the real important difference isn't so much the area it's grown as it is the washing process? Fascinating.[/color]" Jacque mused aloud much to the amusement of the elderly american man across from him. During his wait for his coffee Jacque had taken to striking up a conversation with one of the patrons when he recognized them to be a foreigner much like himself. The conversation started off with trading names and home towns, how long they'd both been in tokyo, the usual small talk. Then, after Jacque took note of the dog tags dangling around the man's neck, the conversation veered off into military experiences before finally switching into the differences between coffee types when both of their orders arrived. Jacque felt a bit like a child for adding a dollop of half and half and two tea spoons of sugar to his medium roast as the older man drank his dark roast black, but the feelings were forgotten when he actually went to take a sip. True to the words of his coworkers the coffee was pretty damn good: smooth, full bodied and not too acidic almost like a dark roast, and yet still a bit more flavorful like a light roast would be. He went from sipping to draining the cup in just a few short gulps, and was tempted to go for another order before his phone began to buzz in his coat pocket.

The mercenary turned away from his new acquaintance and pulled the phone out, instantly switching to business mode when he recognized the number as his employers. "[color=00746b]This is Marrow.[/color]" He droned somewhat mechanically before a somewhat irritable voice responded with "[i][b]You aren't at your desk.[/b][/i]". "[color=00746b]Apologies. I had heard that there was a pretty good coffee shop out in Nerima and wanted to see if it was true.[/color]", "[i][b]Nerima? As in ward twenty?[/b][/i]" "[color=00746b]Yes sir.[/color]". There was a shuffling of papers on the other line which caused Jacque's left brow to quirk, "[i]Pretty convenient time to go for a cup of coffee considering there was a ghoul clean up crew that was dispatched recently. Even more coincidental that it happened to be in the twentieth ward.[/i]", Now Jacque's brow raised up even further, "[color=00746b]I hadn't been made aware of this. Do we know who was responsible?[/color]" "[i][b]Yes,[u]we[/u] know who it was, [u]you[/u], however, don't need to. Don't forget that your employment here hinges on your ability to focus solely on information provided to you specifically. Do I make myself clear?[/b][/i]. Jacque sneered ever so slightly at the tone being used towards him, "[color=00746b]Transparently. May I ask whether or not anyone has gotten to the request that I made as of yet[/color]", "[b][i]Your request is under evaluation. For now since you're already out you can take the midday patrol shift. You are welcome to do a bit of searching in the other wards on the way back if you see something suspicious, but under no circumstances are you to interfere with the work of any of the investigators outside of ward eight.[/i][/b]", "[color=00746b]Acknowledged.[/color]".

Jacque hung up and shoved the phone into his coat and turned to apologize to the man only to discover the guy had not only disappeared, but had left enough money for both of the coffees. After wondering who the man was and lamenting the fact that he hadn't gotten his name, Jacque rose from his seat and exited Anteiku, now ready to begin his job anew.