The Team Begins To Form

The lady looked over the inside, noticed the only others were the two at the bar. She fidgeted with her phone as if sending a text and walked to the table in the corner.

Shortly after, a red younger red headed man walked in, followed shortly by an African-American man. These two men were also well dressed. They also walked to the same corner table and took a seat.

“Hold that thought a moment, Freddy,” Hunter apologetically responded. Hunter left from behind the bar and approached the three strangers.

“Good afternoon!” Sawyer exclaimed to the threesome. “Welcome to the Prickly Cactus! How may I be of service?”

It was the oriental lady that spoke, “I’ll have a gin and tonic. These two will take drafts. And bring a scotch and soda with them. We’re meeting someone.”

Meeting someone? The last time Hunter had heard this statement was just before the Prickly Cactus had been shot up.

Hunter nodded to the lady, quickly turned and headed back to behind the bar. As he made the drinks, he signaled Falcone to be alert.

OOC: This is a good time for those directed to meet Freddy Falcone to enter the Prickly Cactus...

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