The bar in Second Miltia City didn't appear particularly interesting - at least from an outsider's view. Any regulars knew it was a popular dating spot for those looking for a partner of their own gender, though, not that it didn't attract those who weren't into such activity as well. It was, in the end, a nice place with a cheerful atmosphere, and it was often full of customers.

For a second, Canaan thought of turning the man down, just like he had with the earlier case, but for some reason this one caught his attention. He settled to a slight nod and waved for the man to sit down. A couple of the other occupants of the bar gave them looks as the man sat down across from him. From some of the glances, Canaan figured they considered this guy lucky for actually catching his attention; some probably considered them to be old lovers or something. It didn't matter to Canaan; what he needed to figure out was if this one was who he was after.

"It's quite unusual to see a Realian here," the man said, stating the obvious, as Canaan mentally noted to himself. Then again, the man must've known that as well. His mannerism had something Canaan had been looking for, though, he noticed. "Would I be so lucky that you would be looking for company?" The man continued, giving him a curious look.

"Maybe," Canaan replied as he studied his new companion. He couldn't figure out why the voice felt so familiar, since it didn't match anyone in his records. There was something off with the man's appearance, though, and Canaan looked a little closer. He noticed a faint trace a normal human wouldn't have noticed - the man was wearing a disguise. It was a simple layer of nanomachines which made his face look slightly different than it should have been. A Realian like him could see right through it - well, not exactly right through it. He could see that the disguise was there, but he couldn't make out the man's face. Still, a disguise explained the voice as well; it was probably altered.

All in all, though, there was the trouble of wearing a disguise, and from the way the man acted in general, this one had to be the informant he was here to meet. Carrying on with the conversation was pretty much the only way to see if this really was his contact, so Canaan decided go along with it. "Makes me wonder though," he said, "If you think it's unusual to see a Realian here, does it mean you come here often?"

A waiter came by, and the dark-haired man took the opportunity to order a drink. Canaan glanced at his own but didn't make a move to pick it up. "At times," the man said, returning to their conversation. "Not really my favorite spot for looking for a date, as this place tends to be favored by younger people. I happen to prefer a little more mature company, but." He gave Canaan an inquiring look. "It seems I'm in luck today, though," he added as he leaned forward in his seat and smirked. "If I was to manage to catch something like you, that is."

Hitting on anyone wasn't Canaan's specialty, but he managed to smile back as he studied the man further. The waiter showed up on that particular moment, giving him a moment to consider his reply while the waiter placed a glass on the table. "Well, that entirely depends," Canaan said, appearing thoughtful. "You think you can handle a Realian? We're not exactly like humans when it comes to sex, you must realize."

The man laughed at that then smiled. "What if I was to tell you that it's nothing I haven't tried before?" He took a sip from his drink and studied Canaan for a moment. The Realian simply stared back at him, and the man nodded. "A Realian like yourself must be quite a ride," the man continued. "A bit fiery, even? Either way, I'll dare to claim I can take it." He then appeared thoughtful. "Can you live up to my expectations is another question... Hmm?"

"Now that's an offer I don't get every day," Canaan mused. Nothing he hadn't tried before, the man said. Then again, considering his contact before had been a Realian, of course the informant had experience on them. "I can show you what I can do, but I'll warn you - I'm a special military model, not your normal guard type."

His companion appeared amused. "I dare to claim I have some experience with military Realians, too. But from your response, I take it it's safe to assume you're in, then?" He nodded to Canaan. "Shall we get going? I know a place around here where we could have some privacy. There's way too many people here for my liking."

The man sure wasn't one to take too much time to get to the point, Canaan noted, somewhat amused. Still, the conversation was making it all too clear to him that this had to be his man. "You sure don't beat around the bush, do you? But why not," he replied. The man was right; the bar wasn't really a place where to exchange information, he thought to himself, and an informant would have known that as well. Besides, his initial information did have that extra note on it about services he was expected to perform, and /that/ certainly required privacy.

"Well, what can I say," his partner replied with a chuckle. "If I wait any longer, I might lose my prize. I'm quite sure someone like you would draw a lot of attention and receive other offers." He glanced at a couple of the other occupants of the place, then looked Canaan in the eyes. "But even with all these people here, you're still sitting alone, as if waiting for me to arrive. Perhaps this is fate?"

If Canaan was bad at pick-up lines, they certainly weren't among this man's best skills either, the Realian had to admit. Then again, he wasn't much of a conversationalist in the first place, so he didn't mind if they cut the discussion short. He shrugged and stood up, giving the man a questioning look. The man smiled and emptied his glass before getting up. Canaan's drink was still on the table, forgotten. He wasn't about to care about it, either, since he hadn't been planning on drinking it in the first place.

"Got anywhere special in mind?" Canaan asked his companion as they exited the bar to a walkway in Second Miltia City. The sun was setting and painted the scenery orange, and he idly wondered why he even paid attention in the first place. It didn't matter to him what time of the day it was, but it just made him feel he had seen it before. "For what comes next, that is," he added. "I'll have to admit I'm not too well prepared for this."

His companion smiled. "Ah, that's not a problem," he said, and waved his hand in the direction of another walkway some distance away. "I suppose we should be glad that I did think ahead, in that case. I have a room waiting. Shall we?" He waited for Canaan to follow and led him towards the walkway. "It's right this way." He headed over across the next walkway, and the Realian followed. Canaan didn't know where exactly they were heading, but it didn't matter. It was doubtful that their destination was the informant's regular residence, though, he thought to himself. No informant would be that stupid.

The calculation turned out to be correct. They walked for a short while before the man stopped in front of a hotel. It was nothing fancy, but nothing that would draw attention either, which suited Canaan just fine. His partner led him in, and the Realian followed. A hotel room somewhere where no one would care about a couple of people. The informant was well-prepared - but of course he was, Canaan admitted. The man had expected to meet him, after all.

The man stopped by a door along the corridor then opened the door and smiled at Canaan. The Realian entered, glancing around carefully. Considering the low priority level of the mission, it was highly unlikely that it was a trap, but he figured it didn't hurt to be a little cautious. There was nothing out of the ordinary, though, and he couldn't find anything that looked suspicious, either. It was, all in all, a normal hotel room.

"Ah, is the room not to your liking?" His partner, who had stepped in as well and closed the door, was looking at him now and appeared questioning. "I admit, it's not very high-class, but I've always figured we'd be best off somewhere more generic. Somewhere that doesn't draw much attention, if you understand."

Canaan shook his head and shrugged. "It's fine," he replied. It wasn't like the room really mattered, anyway. They were here only for one thing. All right, Canaan corrected himself, /two/ things. Information exchange, and the 'services' provided as an exchange for the information. 'Services'. Canaan wondered for a half a second who the hell had written the mission plan in the first place. Why not just plain write down 'have sex with him'?

He stopped by the wall and leaned against it while his companion sat down on the bed. "I'd like to think that at this point details like what kind of room we are in are irrelevant," Canaan pointed out. "We're alone now, so should we get on with the business? I can't be so mistaken that I picked the wrong man, or did I?"

His partner smiled. "Hmm, no. You've certainly got the right man," he said, giving the Realian a somehow mysterious look. "You never change, Canaan. You're always straight to the point. Still, I suppose it's better if we get that out of the way. Here-" He was about to pick up something when he stopped to look at the Realian. "Hm? Is something the matter? You look bothered all of a sudden."

Canaan frowned, staring at the man. It just happened that he knew for certain that his name had not been mentioned at any point in their conversations so far.