The canine felt less and less enthusiastic about his initiative and by then, there was nothing that he could say to reconcile with Mike; all that he could do was to make sure both of them would make it alive, then his tiger colleague would be free to beat him down to a pulp. It may have been a reckless act, but at least they had a lead. Aidan could barely enjoy the food mostly because his stomach clenched and pushed itself against the diaphragmatic dome, probably a sympathetic response to Michael's hostility and the unstable situation; plus making a fool of himself in front of a lady. Anger seemed to blossom in response to the circumstances, the canine was rubbing the pool cue with his thumb hard enough until it became sore, slightly bending the wood fibers as he exhausted some of the toxic emotion. Some time later the mink revealed that she wasn't fooled by his bluff, which only aggravated the dog's mounting anger and way before he could relax a little and rationalize with himself, Mike flushed the two most important balls from the table, urging the duo to go. 

Aidan gnawed off one last bite of the greasy burger and poured the final chug of beer down the hatch before he dropped the pool cue back in its rack; after he paid the bill, the undercover pilot tightened the shoulder of the briefcase he was carrying and followed Michael. He decided to lag behind for the trip and check their backs every once in a while, he didn't really like the group back in the bar and he didn't want trouble just yet. Passing by the pharmacy, the dog took a good, long look at it, thinking of a way to dash in, get whatever he needed- but it wouldn't work like that, the stuff he needed was prescription only. Unless he robbed the place, there was no way he could get his hands on them. Not while things were still peaceful...

"Looks like our place." He muttered, breaking the silence once they spotted the park the lady mink mentioned. "There's a police station, so we've got our backs somewhat covered, depends on who opens fire first- if things go bad, that is." Aidan crossed his arms, waiting until the green light would allow him and Mike to cross the street and reach the park.

"Look, I know I've dragged you in a possible shit-hole, but we have something. If it's a good lead, we may as well become decorated heroes; if not, at least we didn't get fat with beer and grub all day long. From what I could tell, the lady was telling the truth, I... well, I have experience with liars, you know, from working in infirmaries. I- let's just go."

They did find the woman in the middle of a conversation, Aidan quickly silenced his every move and listened carefully. To him, it sounded like they hit the jackpot, a huge wave of relief washed away the figments of doubt fueling the anger inside that would slowly turn into frustration, rage. Regaining confidence once more, he put on his game face and rolled in. His smirk almost vanished when he realized that the other voice had disappeared from the scene; he nearly blew his cover, cancelling the muscle twitch that would turn his head to the right to look for the other person. He instead lowered his head to look at the mink through the slit between the top frame of his sunglasses and his cap.

[i]"Ah, good. You turned up. So... let's talk. I have information, and I think you might want it. It's regarding a certain important woman"[/i]

"You mean, a certain important [b]cargo[/b]. Well, you'd better start talkin', Minerva, time's something we don't have and if what you say is true, a war may begin today."