Number 6 arrives in this memory dressed to suit it in a tuxedo. That's nice, he'll blend in better this way. He scans the crowd until his gaze lands on Crabb. Ah, so this must be one of hers. And who is that man beside her? Hm. It couldn't be... could it?
He walks up to the bar and asks for a drink, as casually as if he always belonged there. The order is for a whiskey. Not for him to drink, but for Crabb if his hunch is right about what he may be about to do. Once he has it in hand, he turns to the two of them here at the bar as if he means to make idle chatter.
"Good evening. Lovely night? Ah, forgive me, I am Peter Smith. Ms. Crabb, isn't it? But who is your companion here?"
3 it's time
He walks up to the bar and asks for a drink, as casually as if he always belonged there. The order is for a whiskey. Not for him to drink, but for Crabb if his hunch is right about what he may be about to do. Once he has it in hand, he turns to the two of them here at the bar as if he means to make idle chatter.
"Good evening. Lovely night? Ah, forgive me, I am Peter Smith. Ms. Crabb, isn't it? But who is your companion here?"