Victor sipped the sweetened coffee from his corner of the shop, flipping through a book that he was clearly not reading. Something about zodiac signs and sexual compatibility. Luck had it that he was in the area already when the text came out, so it wasn't a long walk before arriving. He was currently skimming a chapter about the erotic energy of massage and buttocks. The young man was impeccably dressed as always, a sleek black suit with a bold red tie and undershirt. Highly polished shoes tapped the floor gently as his blue eyes flicked over the rims of his glasses, a smile hovering on his lips. He swept one hand through his hair before taking another sip of his incredibly sweet drink, a frappuccino or something like that. The barista had almost had a fit trying not to laugh at him trying to pronounce it with his thick accent. He could speak five languages, four of them fluently, but sometimes, words just hated his heritage. Another sip of the drink. He never was much of a coffee fan, but he never had a taste for tea. This ultra sweet drink was proving quite addictive however. His blue eyes flicked again to the patrons of the shop. Civilian. Criminal. Criminal. Civilian. A trained eye hit everyone and placed their affiliation. The German had specifically chosen his spot so he wouldn't be visible through the windows, and still have a fairly unobstructed view of those entering the cafe. His view was consistently disrupted by throngs of beanie wearing teenagers pushing past, however. He was hogging a rather large table by himself and this earned him some rude stares. The man refused to move though, merely ignoring the looks with a smile. 

The two other Butei that were circling and casing the store for the third and fifth times hadn't noticed him yet. That was fine. They were cautious. They were trained to be. Plus it was sheer luck that Victor had been nearby, and thus had the advantage of setting himself up before anyone else. As far as he knew at least. He recognized one of them from his own section. Another Dagula agent. This one renowned for a silver tongue and being able to talk the devil out of his soul, and was currently eyeballing the scones. The German made a mental wager on whether or not the agent would actually pay for it or talk his way into a free one. The other one could've been mistaken for a man, if Victor wasn't Victor. Assault? She wasn't information or assassination, he would've recognized her. She looked like she could punch a hole through a truck though. Safe bet, Assault. He took another sip of the drink, and gave a small nod and smile to the woman, putting his book down. The other Dagula had probably already placed him. He'd have been shocked if he didn't to be honest. He checked his cell phone for nothing important, the smile still hovering on his lips as one hand gently adjusted his glasses.

"Ja, zis city should prove interesting..."