Grigori ben Judah listened to his boss's call with consternation. For some reason, the entire agency had been called to a coffee shop for "mission briefing". Why would the leader of the network organize a top-secret meeting in a random [i]coffee shop[/i]? Why would it be sent out to everyone in the organization? It was obvious... the leader had been co-opted by a hostile entity that was now trying to lure [i]everyone[/i] into the open, where they could be murdered! Well, Grigori ben Judah was smarter than [i]that![/i] Grigori moved out, seeking to catch his enemies unawares in the comfort of their own ambush.

At the intersection of 21st street and 6th street, Grigori spotted the stated coffee house. With catlike tread and a 325-pound suit of armor, Grigori cautiously snuck into the alleyway connecting 6th to 7st street. Grigori ambled up the alley, until he came to what was most likely the back door to the coffee house. With one slight push, the door crumpled under The Cleansuit's fists, and Grigori was free to enter the coffee house's kitchen.

[i]The greatest thing about being a freelance,[/i] Grigori thought to himself as he stomped into the coffee house's kitchen to the loud disapproval of the attendant cook. [i]is not having to answer to anyone.[/i]

"[b]ALRIGHT, YOU PUSILLANIMOUS FRYCOOK,[/b]" barked Grigori at the cook. "[b]HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM! THIS IS OFFICIAL STATE BUSINESS![/b]" 

With excessive caution, Grigori stared intently at the interior of the kitchen. [i]Anything[/i] could happen here, and Grigori had to be on guard. The slightest movement could set him off! Grigori stared deeply at the kitchen's coffee maker, searching for anything that looked out of the ordinary. Whatever it was this lunatic impostor wanted, he would certainly want to start off the ambush with a little drugging. And what better way to drug someone than to slip it in their coffee? It was [i]genius[/i]!