A man with a bucket hat sat on the bench. He bit on a cigarette that wasn't lit. He was lowering his head as though afraid that someone could recognize him.
He played with the cigarette in his mouth and fidgeted with his fingers. After a few seconds, another man sat beside him, he had his shades on while holding an unopened can of soda.
Looking at it from a passerby's perspective, they didn't appear to know each other. However, the newcomer spoke casually but was also careful.
"The capital is a mess. The headquarters advise everyone to lie low for the time being."
The man with a bucket hat nodded. "what code?"
"Triple Zero."
The man with a bucket hat couldn't help but tighten the grip of his teeth on the cigarette, and as a result, the cigarette was crumpled, if not almost cut off.
