Three cars-- a blue SUV, a greyish sedan, and a green pickup truck-- approached a pub on the outskirts of Triumph, a humble town along the shared border of Anatolia and Verona. As they pulled into the parking lot they couldn't help but notice the nearly full parking lot. Business was good here obviously. Of course it didn't hurt that it was happy hour.
As the cars filtered into the few parking spots left, the passengers surveiled the area. This was the place. A large burly man dressed in plain clothes exited the blue SUV and entered the pub. He was met with a cacophony of movement that was common to a bustling pub. He sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. The bartender brought him his drink with a napkin with writing on it.
While the others waited in their vehicles he sat there drinking... and watching. He looked around the joint to see if there were any threats. Once he was satisfied there was nothing to worry about he took out his phone and sent a text message to the people waiting outside. All clear, it read.
A person each exited from the cars waiting outside, two men and one woman. They converged on the entrance and let themselves in. The burly man who had previously entered the bar caught the bartender's attention and the bartender nodded back at him. The bartender then whispered something to one of the waitresses nearby. The waitress proceeded to escort the three towards a door to a backroom.