He had no idea why he came out here, he got a phone call and considering he all but fell off the grid its pretty interesting to get a call at all. The location was a quaint diner, Stevens chuckled to himself it was almost something out of a movie, the corrupt cop meeting some strange informer at a grease trap diner. Stevens adjusted his coat as he walked in, all things considering the restaurant was fairly normal. He takes a seat at the counter, not much else to do but wait. 

After a few minutes one of the waitress comes up to him with a (maybe) fresh mug of coffee. She doesn't say much other the motioning to a pair of men sitting in a fat booth. Stevens waves to the waitress to acknowledge he knows. When she left Stevens leans back in his stool with sigh, he wanted nothing to do with strangers, for all he knew they could be his former coworkers undercover. Ah well maybe lifetime in federal person wouldn't that bad, time to go for broke. He takes a sip of his coffee, which wasent that bad if not somewhat stale, and moves to meet the men. It seemed someone else was invited, an old man no idea who he was and didn't care enough to know yet. 

Stevens without a word takes a seat beside the bearded man, if this was business then its best to get straight to the point. "So, might be good to tell me why I'm here, if you two know who I am then you'll know I can't walk around too often anymore."