Diplomatic Negotiations Between The Red Hessian Army and Ingenuus Research Group "Message Sent. Transmitting location and instructions," A small female voice emitted from the Doctor's datapad, satisfaction written on his face. "Make sure they know the building and room number, we can't have our guests being lost, it wouldn't be a good look," James retorted.
Closing the interface and setting down his datapad, James walked into a small conference room reserved on short notice, waiting for the Hessian's diplomatic representatives to arrive. Holding a small cup of tea with one hand, he briefly observed the overlook, marveling at the diverse architecture as well as public movement. He then looked to the sky, hoping to see movement, to no avail. James turned around and took a seat in one of the few seats available, his cane suspended nearby. Knowing he could possibly be waiting for hours, he sipped on his tea patiently.