Stiles adjusted his coat so that it covered everything but his chest. His footsteps lowered to a near inaudible tap. A door stood before him, where the red line he had been following for sometime ended. 'Not the most discreet places for a hideout entrance.' Stiles thought to himself. "This guy had better not be a cop." He muttered. Stiles reached for the doorknob surprised that it was unlocked. He walked in seeing two others one sitting, the other with a drink. Stiles approached heavily on guard. The place wasn't half bad, everything looked like it had been carefully picked out. Stiles assumed none of the room's contents had been obtained legally."Afternoon. You know this place isn't very well hidden." He spoke softly. The girl had some sort of mask with her.