Face opened the door to the bar and walked in. Hannibal, Murdock and B.A. followed and sat down at a empty table.
Hannibal surveyed the room, taking in every detail as a waiter walked up.
"What would you like to order?" He asked.
"Milk!" B.A. growled. The other three opted for stronger drinks.
Hannibal's eyes made another quick sweep of the room and his eyes landed on a woman, maybe thirty or so, who was drinking a cup of coffee. Her eyes were lost in the dark liquid and she seemed bothered about something. Her hair was tied tightly back into a bun and she had a very neat, conserved appearance.
She wore camouflage cargo pants, a black t-shirt, and what caught Hannibal's eyes most: combat boots. He wondered if she worked for Dekker.
Hannibal watched as a very obvious drunk walked up and said something to her. She responded quietly. Even though Hannibal couldn't tell what she said, he could tell by her tone that she wanted to be left by herself.
The man then grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out of her chair. Hannibal started to go after the guy, but before he got out of the chair, he felt a hand on his own arm. He looked down to see that it was Face.
"It's OK, Hannibal. She can take care of herself," He said with an odd look on his face.
Hannibal sat back down and turned to Face. "You ok?"
Face looked over to Hannibal. "Yeah. She looks so...familiar, but I can't place my finger on it. I know her from someplace..." Face trailed off and turned his gaze back to her.
Hannibal turned back to her, also. It appeared that while they were not watching, she had put the man into an arm bar and was currently whispering something in his ear. She let him go and he glared at her, then staggered out of the building. She watched him leave, then sat back down as if nothing had happened.
Suddenly her eyes widened and she touched the back of her neck before her entire body went limp.
As this registered into Hannibal's mind, he felt a prick in the back of his own neck.
This does not bode well, he thought as he fell unconscious.