The restaurant was busy, but with his boyish charm he had been able to get one of the center table with his date for this evening. They had met earlier that day in a shopping center not far from where he was now, and the date had been set for just a few hours later. There was some time to kill before the meeting, so why not enjoy it with a beautiful Romanian woman. Tommy looked over and called the waiter who had been helping them. The waiter had easily deducted Tommy was not from these parts and had addressed them in English during their dinner. In his best Romanian Tommy tried to than the waiter for the delicious food."Cină delicios!" The waiter smiled and returned a minute later with the bill.

Tommy paid with one of his credit cards and he escorted the lady outside. "Taxi!" A car with the familiar sign on top pulled over and Tommy opened the door. Before he let her get in the car he held her hand and pulled her towards him. With a naughty look in his eyes he snug a quick kiss from the woman. It was soft, delicate and from her reaction he could feel it was a welcome surprise. As he pulled away he could see the blush on her face. As he let her get into the cab he thanked her for the evening. [color=0F0FD1]"Vă mulțumesc pentru compania ta."[/color] He closed the door of the car and paid the driver through the car seat window. As the car drove off h waived it goodbye.

Soon the taxi disappeared into the heavy Bucharest traffic. Tommy turned around and walked the other way to the nearest metro station. On the yellow line it would only take him about 15 minutes to get to the warehouse district. The metro was quiet this late in the evening, it wouldn't be running for much longer. As the metro arrived at the station Tommy made his way to the exit. He grabbed his phone from his pocket and checked the screen to see which direction he should be going. From the app on his phone he picked up two heat signatures from the building. [color=00FF00]So at least I won't be the last one there.[/color] He walked up to the door which, as he expected, was unlocked.

For the first time that evening his face took on a more serious grimace. He was thinking over his motivation for being here. He had been trying by himself, with devastating result. If he was to get the answers he was looking for, he needed their help. When he stepped in he walked up to the two ladies that had arrived before him. "Good evening ladies. How are we enjoying Bucharest so far?" He walked past them to pick up one of the folding chairs standing against a wall. He took two, one for him and one for Roksana, who was still standing. "So who are we still waiting for before we get this petrecere started?" He unfolded both chairs and sat down on one of them, waiting for the others to come.

Out of all the places in the world, Bucharest wasn't exactly in the top ten spots to have a vacation in. This was very evident in the scenery that surrounded Jason, the "Spectre". The buildings seemed to be older than his father and it looks like they haven't seen a deep clean in quite a few years. The darkness of the night didn't help but give the place a gritty look. Street lights pierced the night sky with the combination of streetcars driving by. Jason scanned the scene and looked for a special "shop", you don't buy clothes or groceries at this type of place. Then he finally saw it, a place that was advertising pest control. From some of his contacts Jason knew that this was the place to go to for some "personal protection".

Entering the shop you'd think that they never had any business. If anyone needed pest control this place would definitely need it. A Romanian shopkeeper appeared behind an antique counter and eyeballed Jason, he warned the Spectre,"I think you're lost friend."
Jason coolly replied, "With that answer I think I'm in the right place. I have a cockroach problem, they're as big as rats." Jason made sure to make an emphasis on the code words in the sentence to make sure this man knew what his intentions were. The Romanian nodded his head and motioned for Jason to follow him into the back room.

This room was a stark contrast compared to the front room. Everything seemed clean and metallic, wood was replaced with metal, dark earth colors were taken over by lighter synthetic colors. The Romanian opened up a locker to reveal an arsenal of modern day weapons, from pistols to long range rifles. He asked Jason,"How big is your cockroach problem?"
"Not very big,"Jason replied as he reached for a metal pistol,"but I want to be prepared." Jason inspected the Jericho 941 Sub-Compact for any imperfections or flaws that could cause a problem when he was using it. After a few seconds he cleared the quality of the handgun. Jason racked the slide of the pistol and holstered it inside his waistband for when he would need it.

The Romanian handed Jason 3 extra magazines, in return Jason handed him an envelope containing 5,000 bank notes. Jason thanked the man,"I appreciate the help, these tools will help with clean up." The man smiled as Jason made his way back out to the street. Jason checked his watch, he knew he was a bit on the late side but he needed a weapon. Doing things by hand has been messy. He continued to the warehouse where he was supposed to meet the others.

He found two girls and a guy talking, not wanting to startle anyone Jason made sure to stay in a well lit area as he approached the group. Making himself known he said,"I thought the last party I went to was dead..." He leaned against a wall near the group of killers. "Oh wait, Charlotte is here,"Jason winked at the gun toting blonde,"Nice peice, by the way. So, what's the plan?"

After Jason had made his entrance, he couldn't help but notice that Charlotte was deep in thought when she had greeted him. He wondered what she could have been thinking about. Was there something in his teeth? Maybe a stain on his shirt? Or was his gun sticking out, that one was always awkward to explain to people. He checked all of these things and Jason felt like everything was in order. Maybe it was something else?

Jason had a hard time remembering his relationships with all of these operatives. He knew names and if these names wanted to kill him or not but beyond that his memory was very foggy. For example his relationship with Charlotte, he wasn't sure if they were good friends or if they wanted to rip each other's throats out. As of now she wasn't aiming her gun at him so hopefully it wasn't the latter. But with her good looks he really hoped there wasn't any problems between the two.

Charlotte put away her gun and gave a quick briefing. "I want to thank you guys for all coming. As you all know, the government has been hunting us down like animals, and I guess to an extent, we are. Jason, or as some of you may have known him as Ace... he's dead. Murdered in broad daylight. The government is getting more ballsy, so this is your warning. You're not safe at any point. We need to look out for one another." Jason kind of perked up at the name of Ace. Jason vaguely remembered the other Jason and he felt good about his name. He probably got along with Ace, with a callsign like that how could Jason not get along with him? It was sad to learn of his demise. Whatever he was born into was something he didn't ask for. Now they all had to face the consequences.

Call it Jason's animal instincts but somehow he has lived this far. He was getting tired of running. The Spectre wanted to take the fight to the big dogs. He didn't want to run anymore. He made this evident in his response to their warning,"Alright, so when are we going to take out the guys that want to take us out? I'm tired of running. Im sure we all are." He waited for a response as he tapped his gun holster, indicating what he was ready for.