Cole was sitting in one of the booths, next to the window, fogged up from the warmth of the inside and the cool of the out. He had arrived exactly 23 minutes ago. And, instead of watching the bar itself, he was looking down at his journal, occasionally taking notes. Or so it appeared. In actuality, just barely peeking out of his left sleeve was a mirror - which he was using to keep an eye on the bartender. It was less obvious than just watching the bar. Glancing around, he took a sip of his coffee, trying to identify other agents, but recognising no-one. There were many of them who were potentials, many who seemed unique.