[h2]Dirk Messir[/h2]
The entrance of the group of three into a cafe was accompanied by a panicked group of civilians fleeing past the place, many screaming about pirates on the island; to Dirk, this confirmed that he was indeed following the right group, since only they really fit the description of being somewhat pirate-like, and after a while of blending with the crowd to avoid looking like he was specifically following after the group, he promptly moved into the cafe himself, now acting as though he had no idea there were pirates in the place at all.

The place wasn't heavily occupied, it seemed. Aside from the pirate group themselves, only a few tables appeared to be occupied, and just a couple of waiters and waitresses were still working through the sirens. It was also fairly small, which meant that movement space was essentially limited to straight lines, in particular a single corridor of sorts that moved right past the pirate group. Perfect for the Divine Purpose to do its work for as long as needed - in this case, just a few more seconds. Dirk walked down this row, looking round as if to pick out a table; just as he reached the table the Red Hoods was seated at, he stopped, then smoothly slid himself into the empty seat next to one of the larger members of the group. He looked them over a couple of times, a tilted stare passing across each Red Hood in turn, before finally settling his gaze on the shortest one and greeting them all with the quieted words 'Are you pirates?', ready to shake his head in denial if they in turn asked if he was a Marine, or make an escape attempt if they decided to attack him.

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