Mission: Identification, Pheonix, Jingles, Raptor, Dutch

[GamesMaster1]

It is London, nearly midnight. With the darkness enveloping the city, conditions for more clandestine activities are as good as they are going to get. One such activity, though punishable by a large term in one of the Consortium's jails, is doing a roaring trade; faked identification. On reliable information, a team of Toy Soldiers has traced one such dealer, who may be willing to sell to such a blacklisted organisation. His name is Martin Wilkinson, and he is one of the best in his trade. However, he is cautious, and rightly so; the Consortium has, on several occasions, attempted to kill him. To gain his trust, and therefore convince him to sell them the ID they need, the Toy Soldiers must use all of their diplomatic skills and charm, or risk being mistaken for yet more Consortium assassins.
The soldiers first head to the Pig Inn, a notorious dive and scene for many illicit dealings, where Martin is rumored to be a regular patron. It is a quiet night for the pub; the barman, his assistant and a pair of doormen comprise the entire staff, and ten or so patrons occupy the bar itself. After being quietly let in by the bouncers, their mission begins...

[Beta Strike-1 Pheonix]

Ben pulled his trenchcoat closed around his body, concealing as much of his chest rig as he could. The pub itself was quiet, all things considered. A handful of occupants sat idly talking and sipping their drinks in the dim atmosphere. He looked to the others that were with him, running scenarios through his head as he tried to guess who their contact could possibly be.
"Any of you guys got a hint on what our man looks like?" He whispered. There was something about the pub that worried him, but he couldn't quite place a finger on it.

[SergeantDutch]

"Not a clue." Dutch said, his eye sweeping the room, before resting on the contents at the back of the bar. "But I'm getting a drink. Unless you three wanna stand here looking like a bunch of tourists."

Dutch wandered up to the bar and looked at what was to offer. From his pocket he removed a pay-as-you-go cash card. The type you could pick up anywhere and load it up with cash. He might have used his wrist computer to add a zero or two, but the cards were easily disposed of, and allowed annonymity to the user.
"Barkeep. Four beers for me and my friends." He looked at the taps on offer. "Something with a touch of zing."

[JackRaptor]

Raptor sat at an empty table with 3 empty seats, waiting for the rest of the group to come back. He studied the bar patrons, trying to work out who the contact they'd been sent to meet was located.

[MentalistJingles]

Jingles sat down next to Raptor, making sure his shades were in place before leaning back as he flicked a visual filter on, checking for any potential weapons that may, or may not be concealed.
"Good." He sighed to himself before flicking it off. If someone had a weapon, then it was shielded, or very low-tech, much like Dutch's chair leg.

[Beta Strike-1 Pheonix]

Ben walked up to the bar next to Dutch and waited for the beers to be poured. He used the distraction to run a trained eye across the bar itself, looking for any silent alarms or wires. Finding none, he grabbed the first two beers, thanked the barkeep, and walked over to the other 2. On the way, he paused to let a man walk past him, his arms pressed into his sides to keep his weapons concealed. He set the beers down and slid into a chair.
"Gotta love trying to pick someone out of the crowd..." He stated, ignoring the alcoholic beverages.

[GamesMaster1]

It does not take long for Martin himself to appear. Flanked by two bodyguards, he makes sure to enter discreetly; no mean feat for someone with two ex-Royal Marines in tow.
Having ordered a drink, he sits himself in a corner booth, and begins examining the crowd. He is clearly looking for something, or someone.

[SergeantDutch]

Dutch carried over the other two pints of beer, and from the corner of his eye saw two large men enter with a smaller in between.

He placed the beers down in front of the others and sat down with them.
Before speaking he took a long gulp of beer, and felt the absorption process beginning.

"I'd say that's our man." He said in a lowered tone. "Not everyone can afford two meatheads to babysit them, plus he looks shifty enough to be a wheeler & dealer."

[MentalistJingles]

"Aye, I'd be willing to agree, and those meatheads have me a little worried." Jingles paused, scratching his beard casually. "I doubt they'd need weapons to prove themselves a threat. Anyway... This isn't my area of expertise, so what's the plan?"

[Beta Strike-1 Pheonix]

"If I had to guess, they look like ex-Marines. Those guys aren't people you'd want to pick a fight with without back-up. But I'd definately say thats our man," Ben added, running a quick eye over the 3 men, ignoring the beer sat in front of him. The man looked like he was expecting something.
"Do we know if he was expecting us...? It looks like he's waiting for someone...or something," He stated, before taking a very shallow mouthful from the pint glass in front of him to keep his cover

[JackRaptor]

Raptor took a swig of his pint and spoke quietly "Maybe someone should have a chat with him...?" He left the suggestion lingering while taking another sip.

[SergeantDutch]

"Alright." Dutch said taking a large gulp from his pint. "Since I'm the prettiest."

Trying not to look to aggressive, which was hard to achieve due to the monocle eye patch, bandanna and beard, he made his way over to the other side of the room to where Martin Wilkinson sat with his body guards.

Pulling a cigar from his pocket, he came to a stop a few feet from their booth.

"Excuse me. You wouldn't happen to have any matches on you?"

[MentalistJingles]

Jingles kept watch on Dutch, taking a long, slow mouthful from his pint. He didn't like this at all. It wasn't a location he'd planned for, and the fact their contact had some muscle... It could get loud and messy fast.

"I'd get ready to move, lads... I doubt we'll be here long." He whispered to his companions, relishing the cool liquid as he took another sip.

[Beta Strike-1 Pheonix]

Ben nodded to himself as he watched the exchange.
"Be ready to move, but if anything kicks off, I'm not leaving without Dutch, end of," He whispered, unpopping one of the pistols in his chest rig. He left the weapon secured, but ensured that he'd be able to access the weapon at speed if needed. He left his pint alone, his mind stepping in to gear as he took in his surroundings, trying to find every advantageous position.

[GamesMaster1]

Martin scrutinizes the stranger as he approaches. He smiles a little at the request, before nodding to his bodyguards. They move away from the man, so as to make it clear he is allowed to be here, but keep a wary eye on him nevertheless.
"Always got a light for a man with manners, friend. Here."
He hands the man a box of matches, before coolly watching him. Perhaps this was his contact, the representative who wanted to buy in bulk. Even if he wasn't, Alan and Clint could take care of him easily enough. Still, Martin remains wary, though he does not show it.