"Time what is the time? They can't be late?" A fairly normal looking man paced back and forth in his bright white suit. He looked at his watch nervously, running a hand through his thick black hair. The other person at the table was a much older man wearing a long maroon colored jacket. His hair and beard had long given in to the grey side, but it fit the man well. He was pretty rugged overall, with a thick jaw and a rather large build. He sat back in his chair, and seemed far less concerned than his counterpart as he sipped back his drink.
The bar itself was rather rustic. It didn't seem to fit the rest of the surrounding Hong Kong streets. It had a British Pub type feel, that seemed out of place, but no one ever really questioned since Britain did control Hong Kong half the time. It had a reputation as the place to go when you wanted to get something done, and didn't want anyone to know what. The staff didn't ask questions, and neither did the other bar-goers. The place was split into several different smaller rooms for the sake of privacy. It was in a small room with dark red walls and no windows, that these two sat.
"All in good time. They still have plenty of time. Besides.. the first one will be here soon." He pointed to his wrist, where a strange black glow was pulsating beneath his skin. "This is not something that can be rushed. Too much lie in stake." He turned his attention to the waitress near by, and ordered a round of drinks, explaining to her as well that his company would soon be arriving.