Juan found himself in a brand new city, and, out of restlessness or anxiousness or a combination of the two, he found himself waking up early that day. Stepping outside, it appeared as if the rest of the crew had the same idea. Coffee in hand, he was just about to dial Werner when Jim and James showed up outside the hotel. 
"Morning, Jim. I'm freezing my ass off, and I'm not entirely sure if those are clouds or a curtain of smog, but.. This coffee isn't bad, so I suppose all is not lost," Juan said with a grin, nodding a friendly greeting to James before taking another sip. The crew had split into two units prior to their arrival in Chicago, for the purpose of remaining undetected while planning their next hit. It wasn't anything grand; half the team simply stayed nearby and rode with one driver, while the other half did the same somewhere else in the city. For the three of them, Werner was their ride -- and the American man pulled up next to them mere minutes after their sidewalk meeting.

"I've taken the liberty of renting us office space on the corner of Wells Street and Jackson Boulevard. We're on the fourth floor, that'll be where we meet up and plan," he told Werner, getting in the shotgun seat of his car. "We're posing as a Financial Consultant Firm, so try not to look like assholes when you go through the lobby. Or.. Maybe.. Do look like assholes. Just, rich assholes." Juan smirked and shrugged his shoulders, glancing back at Jim and James. "I'm as clueless as everyone else is about this job, so I'm hoping Alex has all the details ready for when we get there."