London - The Abbey
It'd been a week since the attack at MI:5. He'd had Matt over for a few days after the chaos erupted in the streets over the explosions that shook the agency, with the offering to help him lay low for a little while. It was a surprise that he'd found his brother at all, alive and well, after believing he was dead all that time... As much lost time as he wanted to catch up on, however, Tristan knew that he couldn't let that stop him from work. He'd informed King that he had the Devil situation handled but wanted to keep any movement against the vigilante on ice. With Mae at the penthouse too, things would be surveyed anyhow since he wasn't conducting anything suspicious... they were just on his terms.
His orders from King were to continue, business as usual, and he was okay with that. The Abbey was his place of choice today, slow for a late evening on a weekend, but he didn't complain. The less people in his way, the better. There would be time to blend into a crowd if he needed to make an escape or vanish if he was spotted, but for now he was clinging to his regular tumbler of scotch whiskey in his usual booth in the corner, away from everything, but close enough to see the bar.
Tristan had been flipping through his files. More things from Welsh he wanted to give another skim-through regarding Matt and his time at the agency plus anything that surrounded the bombing. Fuck all...what a mess. Files he procured from the magical realm via a special contact, gave a report on the attack from two weeks ago. Two hits on prime Death Eater territory made him wonder if his dear sister had the balls to actually pull off something as extravagant as this. He hadn't heard back from his brother-in-law since he made his proposal and hadn't spotted him here tonight, either. He wondered how that all went. He wondered if his sister was still breathing or if the drug had even worked all, since it was still in a soft launch of sorts. Nevertheless, he'd keep his eyes up and open for anyone of interest here tonight. Family, friends, enemies. Anyone he could spot out of this swarm of muggles would make the night a little more interesting than his usual lonely drink, in the lonely booth in the lonely corner of his sister's establishment.