Looking up from the dossier folder and back across the table at Lucas, Christian hesitated as if choosing his words carefully. "A dirty cop and a, probably crazed, Russian ex-pat? I mean, I can understand the Canuck, but.." The words sounded stupid to him even as they came out of his mouth. "That's who you vet? For a job?" He continued to stare at Lucas, who was now smiling into his coffee mug.
"You always wanted someone with connections, now we have that. Information and hardware. Ord's probably got some guns stashes away or knows someone who does. And Stevens could probably pull a few strings if we needed." The bearded man set his cup down finally before waving the waitress over. Verona, the waitress, knew Lucas and Christian by their false identities as regulars at Donatella's. She was pretty, with dark hair and skin. Part Filipino and a distant relative of the restaurant's owner.
Lucas whispered something to her as she leaned over to him while simultaneously refilling both of their coffees. With a nod the woman walked away from the table.
She would approach them, whenever possible, and let them know that the two men in the farthest booth had bought them a coffee.