Mr. Black simply stared at Leon as he walked away, going through his mental roster of criminals. The name didn't help. Mr. Black had never heard of a Leon matching the man's description. It could have been an alias, but Mr. Black doubted that. He tapped his earpiece.

"Note: Keep an eye on fable alias Leon. He is definitely a smuggler. Additionally, egotistical and a bad liar."

Leon walked over and spoke to another fable, one that Mr. Black [i]did[/i] recognize. A petty criminal by the name of Hood. Wanted for tax evasion, among other things. Apparently skilled, but ultimately small fry. Mr. Black spoke into his earpiece again.

"Fable alias Leon is speaking with fable alias Hood, may be discussing-", Mr. Black was cut off as somebody shoved him from behind. 

[color=fff79a]"Ay, dipshit, move yer ass."[/color]

"Pardon.", Mr. Black turned to face a tall, muscular man in a ski mask, covered head to toe in a thick, heavy garments that left not an inch of skin exposed. He reeked of bug-spray.

[color=fff79a]"Move. Yer. Ass. Ya blockin' the ham."[/color]

"You heard nothing.", Mr. Black said as he stepped out of the man's way.

[color=fff79a]"Yeah, sure, great, didn't heard nothin' or whatever. Fuck off."[/color], the man grumbled as he began forking slice after slice of ham onto his plate. 

Mr. Black stepped away and tapped his earpiece again.

"Fable alias Leon is speaking with fable alias Hood, may be discussing some form of criminal activities. Likely smuggling."