As the two reached the market Devin found a few choice ATM's walking around. When he and Brandy split up he bumped into a few wealthy expensive watch wearing aristocrat types and relinquished them of their wrists burden. Shortly after that he found a few stalls that would take the watches as credit and before long he was wearing some well-fitting jeans and a plain white shirt with a trim, but effective, coat for the evening. The other watches he planned on using as either a bribe or possibly to get some more ammunition for his 9mm. One clip was hardly enough to rely on if he found himself in a situation where he needed it. 

After rejoining with Brandy the question of where to go hung in the air. He wasn't sure if it was Andrews’s threat or his own hesitation that had him wondering if he should bring Brandy along. This struggle was noticed by Brandy who made a face best akin to 'Don't fucking try.' With the silent conversation done Devin began talking. "There is a bar down this road. Bit of a dive, but the place is cleaner than most of the people inside. There is an old...." Devin paused as he debated how to describe the person. "Acquaintance who might be able to help."

The two started to make their way down the road that quickly went from busy local foot traffic to slow somewhat sketchy surroundings. A small light could be seen pointed at a sign that read "The Library" in Arabic and English. The place had long ago been a classic gentleman's restaurant with big dance nights and plenty of liquor and money. Those days were decades past now as the place was mostly run down. Still the bar had a charm that Devin had come to expect from most places he did business.

The two made their way to the bar and after Devin ordered a rusty nail and an old fashion and then looked to Brandy to order her drink. "The other is for our guest." he said as she eyed the two drinks. The two then took their drink and made their way to the back area where there was a large dance floor and then booths where people could expect a level of privacy. They sat there and began to wait. "If anything starts looking off I want you to just follow my lead. Namely duck." Devin said as he sipped his rusty nail.

Shortly after that the booth they were at was met with a large set man who seemed a little over dressed for the place. Perhaps in the past when the dance floor was used he would have fit in, but now he just looked like a wannabe security guard for a politician. He motioned for Devin to get up. Devin didn't see the point and instead just showed his hand. Reaching behind his back he pulled the 9mm out and put it on the table. "No need to show me yours guerrilla." Devin then turned to look around. "Where's Codex?"

"Right here pudding." A woman's voice said. "Seems this little meeting is a double date." The woman speaking stood at about 5'10 feet tall and while she wasn't wearing heels her body seemed to carry itself with a much taller grandeur. "I was surprised to hear from you Devin. Since the last time we met I figured we had a bridge, at best on, fire. Did you get the flowers I sent you? I thought it was the least I could do."

Grabbing his gun and putting it back behind his waist Devin had a sarcastic smile on his face as he shook his head. "The flowers were nice. The prison hospital had a lack of color." Looking over at the woman he saw it best to get down to business. "Codex I want to call in my favor." He held his voice steady and didn't break eye contact. 

"Excuse me?" Codex's voice showed some amount of confusion and humor. "As far as favors go I never owe them." You must have me mistaken for some other chump." She then looked over at Brandy and smiled. "I like the new model. Much better than the red head. Though considering how hot she burned I am surprised she didn't turn you off women all together." Codex seemed to flash an all too cocky smile at the two and then started to light a smoke.

"When you get someone shot you owe them. That is how it is in my book and that is how it is in your book." Devin wasn't getting angry, but he was getting restless. The longer they weren't on the same page the better chances this whole meeting had of going south. Normally he would be fine letting Codex play her little games, but considering Egypt was not a place he wanted to be in for long and this bar was likely full of eyes and ears not hospitable he was eager to get moving.

(feel free to control any character. Just realized we are using the OOC for this lol)