"Yes. I think that's wise. We'll reconvene tomorrow at 6AM sharp, outside this pub. If anything changes, our agents will inform you. You'll find your rooms in an inn just across the road - 'The Ham Sandwich'. Whoever names these stupid things is beyond help, honestly." Daniel sighed, before taking a seat and looking disconsolately at the luminescent green cocktail in front of him, totally undrunk.

"Say... Sam, you fancy a drink?" He cringed at the thought of it - having tasted them before, and knowing them to be bizarrely and sickly sweet.

But underneath that facade of reluctance to drink the damn cocktail, there was a thought astir, perfectly hidden.

[i]We cannot trust Volkov. I must tell Samuel.[/i]