Chris took one last swig of his whiskey before he was prepared to go back in and mingle with the people he would rather shoot than talk to. Just then, something caught his eye. A van parking around a block away. He watched it closely until he was sure this wasn't a threat. A few men exited the van, dressed formally yet one had something under his arm. Chris couldn't get a good look at it before the man hid it away. The leader seemed to say something to the group and the group looked to repeat something back. Chris couldn't make out their words, too many people getting in his line of sight to lip read. They made their way over to the party and went inside. Chris was suspicious of this lot, everything about them yelled dangerous. The big give away was the fact that they came in a van to such a formal event. He began to follow them through the crowds of people, never letting himself be seen for more than a few seconds.