It was cool out, even for a pre-summer day. The sun might have peeked through the clouds for a moment, but not for too long, but Tristan still thought it was some nice weather in the city. It took a bit longer than usual to peel himself out of bed this morning but his usual routine of pre-workout & breakfast, morning run & weights, and protein shake were all completed and with time to spare. He even had time to read up on the notes he pulled up on the Abbey and other regular clientele, including the crew. He made a mental note to stop by there soon, since he was due for another meeting with an informant anyway, and he was in the mood for a drink, especially if it brought him closer to his targets.
Tristan tugged at the wristcuffs of his jacket as he walked down the street toward the building where King had instructed him to be at 12:15 sharp. When he peeked at his watch, he was pleased to see he was early. It wasn't the same place where they'd lunched before and it certainly wasn't at King's penthouse either so he wondered what was in store here. Perhaps more fine dining, which was always wonderful, and quite the staple in the lucrative business in which they were dealing.
When he walked through the doors, it was a restaurant setting, as expected, and he found a couple of King's guards standing at the far end of the room, near the private dining area. The host nodded and gestured he walk back, as if they were already waiting for him there. Tristan fastened the buttons on his suit jacket as he continued his trek toward the back room, stepping lightly, yet confidently, into another meeting with his employer.