Five had just finished a long day at work with the CIA and was now headed to his usual café. As he sat down at his usual table, ordering his usual black coffee, his mind was swimming with thoughts about the Keepers. He knows his boss told him not to worry about them, but there was something about them that he couldn't quite put his finger on. He needed to figure out more. His concentration was broken, however, as he saw someone walk in, his gaze drawn to them immediately.