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Fantasy saw a waitress who looked at an unattended brief case. He got up, and went to the waitress who delivered his meal. The same one that looked at the bomb case (he's assuming thats what it is) and stood at the counter with his back to the menu and facing the door. "Hi, I'm Fantasy. I couldn't help but overhear you talking to the manager about a bomb threat. Is there any possibility that I can help? " He took his wallet out and opened it, placing it onto the counter to show his badge that pegged him as an officer under the direct command of the Chief. "I was sent here with intelligence of a bomb threat possibility. Can I see what you say is a bomb?" He withdrew his wallet and turned to face the waitress, his silver eyes glistening a silvery red.