La Luna was a place that Firehawk would definately not go to... It had a
certain, unsavory feel to it. It had the air of a place that was made for
the tourists- mediocur food, hit or miss service, but a wonderful view of the
moonscape and of earth.
"So, I hope that you like my choice of places. I had heard that it had
reasonable food, but a great view"
"I think you are right on the view, but I think 'reasonable' might be an
exaggeration," she said with a smile. "I do think that it will be perfect
for our needs, though."
"Why yes it does....."
It was roughly 35 minutes later when things started to happen. By this time they had
a round or two of liquid refreshment and the appitizer was brought out.
Edwards was the first, or at least so they thought. He arrived and took a table not
too far away from Firehawk and Grimes. He was there a total of 8 minutes when a lone
person walked upto him from the kitchen. He was dressed like anyone would dress to
meet a friend at a restaurant. From the looks of things it was Charles.
A minute or two later a waiter came over to Edwards to take an order from him and
his guest. The waiter dropped something, the clumsy thing... But Firehawk could see
that the waiter was checking out Edwards. Patting his legs down and running a scanner
of sorts over her new and most reluctant of informants.
{thoughts}
All seemed to be ok, because the waiter quickly left and brought back the drink order.
Conversation at the table resumed normally.
{response}
