Matthias Rueger inhabited his usual corner of the bar, quite content to stare at the screen of the laptop sitting on the table before him, the logos of major news agencies easily reflecting off of his minimalist spectacles. The recent headlines had spurred him into a sense of action, roused from his usually nonchalant routine of observation and passive resistance to the Tripartite.
Caliphate 6th and 7th Fleets Missing Amidst Unprecedented Withdraw.
This was surely what he'd been preparing for, the only other explanation would be ultimate failure... and such was not something that his Imperial Majesty would allow. Idly tapping at his upper lip, his head resting in his right palm, he was clad in a rather bulky raincoat, his accompanying hat sitting beside his computer and beverage.
He was, for now, to wait. The Coalition must first falter, though perhaps his action would come sooner than expected.