"I'm aware of that much," he replied coolly, an odd glint in his eyes. "But knowing that fact doesn't mean that we have a better understanding of our 'enemy'. And we won't, until we can find a way of getting information that won't nearly get us killed in the process."

His thoughts strayed to Xanxus, and Lesedi's lack of regard for the man's very life after the party fiasco in December. As much as he wanted details, he didn't particularly wish to become more dead than he already was in the process.

"...but Brad's Diner, you say? The place with the milkshakes? Now that you mention it, the place has been busier lately."

He had figured it was the influence of that new waitress and her friends, although he had written off as something of a coincidence. But, he should have known better-- there was no such thing as coincidences in this or any world.