The bartender looks up as a new patron approaches the bar. He's an odd looking guy, about twenty-five years old with a thick five o'clock shadow. His purple-red hair contrasts sharply against his nearly colorless gray eyes.

"Don't see people like you much around here. Where ya from?"

His eyes scan the man up and down. He has on a dark green turtleneck under a loose grey jacket the same color as his pants. He's carrying a single strap bag across his back of a lighter grey and from his hip dangles a smaller, navy bag. He places his hands, adorned in black fingerless gloves, on his head to adjust a pair of red-lensed goggles sitting in his slightly disheveled hair.

"I'll have a sazerac cocktail. Brandy, not whiskey. She'll have the tequila sunrise."

The bartender arches an eyebrow and looks past him through the busy room. Sitting in a booth in the back is a woman reading a newspaper. He looks her over as well, his eyes dropping from her shoulder length strawberry blonde hair and her turquoise elbow length jacket to her tan shorts and her lithe, porcelain legs tipped in a low brown quarter boot.

The man clears his throat, snapping the bartender back to reality. He looks up slowly at the obviously irritated man who'd just watched him check out his lady.

"She isn't taken, but she isn't interested either."

"Sorry man. I'll get those drinks."

He turns away awkwardly, quickly making the beverages and handing them back to him. The man pulls some coins from his navy pouch and drops them on the bar, ignoring the bartenders outstretched hand.

He returns to the booth and sets the colorful drink in front of the blonde. Her eyes, the same almost colorless grey, are fixated unblinking at the paper she's holding.

"See anything, Kay?"

"Not yet…he hasn't delivered the letter. He's too busy chatting up the brunette by the jukebox."

"The whole time?"

"Yes, and I swear he hasn't looked at her face once."

"How lecherous."

Reaching inside his jacket he retrieves a cigarette tin, placing the filter between his lips and striking a match. Her brow furrows and it sputters out.

He raises an eyebrow at her and it relights, but she frowns and it goes out again.

"Jeez Kezia, it's just one cigarette…"

"I already agreed to drinks, Raz. We're on the job, how are we supposed to sneak around with you reeking of smoke all the time? And you know I don't like being called by my name when we're working."

"You're just moody because you've been forced to stare at another woman's breasts for an hour."

Her lips twitch up into a slight smile.

"Alright then, Razputin. Why don't you switch over and use clairvoyance on him instead of me?"

Now it's Raz's turn to frown.

"Hey, that name is too well known to say so loudly."

"As is mine."

"Alright, alright. Back to nicknames for now."

After a short silence Kezia leans forward slightly.

"He's moving into a back room."

"What do you see?"

"A card table. Our target is there, he's sitting between two shady men."

"Shady how?"

"Loan sharks possibly. He's pulling out the letter. The exchange has been made."

"Great. It's out of our hands now."

Kezia blinks rapidly, her eyes tearing up slightly from being open so long. Raz slides her drink towards her and she picks it up, sipping it as he knocks back half of his in one gulp.

"What's the rush?"

"We may not want to be here in a few minutes."

Kay looks at him questioningly and the two down their drinks, leaving the bar quickly and driving away in a simple unmarked black car.