No of course not...

Bentley Burden: *After an hour of tense waiting, Bentley Burden slams his phone down on the bar counter, after texting Anna* "Dammit, I don't think the informant isn't coming."

Anna Lies: *Her gaze snaps to Bentley Burden, the color draining from her face and she texts him back* "What do we do now, Mr. Burden?"

Bentley Burden: *Bentley Burden runs a hand through his hair, frustration etched on his features.* "We can't just leave, not without that information. We'll have to wait a little longer."

Anna Lies: *Her stomach clenches as she glances at the clock. The hours are ticking by, and the informant is nowhere to be seen. She texts him back* "Mr. Burden, perhaps we should consider alternative plans. We can't stay here all night."

Bentley Burden: *Bentley Burden turns to her, his eyes reflecting the storm outside. He checks his watch for what seems like the hundredth time, looks away and replies* "We can't leave without that information, Anna. The future of the firm is at stake. We'll wait a bit longer, I don't like it anymore than you like it"

Anna Lies: *Her eyes follow Bentley Burden's movements, her mind racing. The café is almost empty now, and the rain outside shows no signs of letting up. She sighs and nods as she replies* "Alright, Mr. Burden. But we should have a plan B."

Bentley Burden: Well Anna, than think of a Plan B please, I don't have the time to think about anything else than what we came here for.

Anna Lies: *Her thoughts racing, Anna nods, her eyes never leaving Bentley Burden. She opens her notebook and pretends to study it, her heart pounding in her chest. She isn't sure who or what to fear most*

Bentley Burden: *As the minutes stretch into hours, Bentley Burden's frustration grows palpable. He sends a few more texts, each one more urgent than the last, but there's still no response from the informant.* "Anna," he texts her, his words strained. "Looks like our guy isn't going to show. We need to regroup."

Anna Lies: *Her eyes shoot up from her notebook, and she quickly gathers her things, her heart racing.* "What do we do now, Mr. Burden?"

Bentley Burden: I had hoped you would have had a Plan B ready by now Anna?

Anna Lies: *Her eyes dart to Bentley Burden, her mind racing.* "Mr. Burden, I've been trying to think of one, but without knowing what the informant had, it's difficult to devise an alternative. We could try reaching out to other sources, or perhaps revisit the case files for any overlooked clues."

Bentley Burden: Anna, he isn't coming, I hope you already booked us both a room to stay the night, somewhere nearby?

Anna Lies: *Her eyes widen as she looks at Bentley Burden, realizing the implications.* "Mr. Burden, I... I had not considered that. "

Bentley Burden: *His jaw clenches as he nods.* "Then what did you consider all the time you sat down there, looking like a fish out of the god damn water?. You certainly weren't flirting with me."

Anna Lies: *Her thoughts swirl with anxiety, but she nods, maintaining her composure.* "Very well, Mr. Burden. I'll find us a nearby hotel and book two separate rooms."

Bentley Burden: Yes upper class, hurry unless you re eager to walk another ten miles to even reach a hotel.

Anna Lies: *Her eyes dart around the now almost deserted café, the rain outside a constant reminder of the urgency of their situation. Her fingers fly over her phone's keyboard, searching for the nearest reputable hotel.* "I've found a place, Mr. Burden. It's only a few blocks away. It's called The Rivenwood Hotel. It's quite luxurious and should have vacancies at this hour. Shouldn't we... perhaps contact the authorities?"

Bentley Burden: No! Never ever contact authorities, this will only draw unwanted attention. Most of our clients are connected to bad guys either directly or indirectly. They expect us to be discrete, if we turn to the authorities we will loose our clients or worse.

Anna Lies: *Her eyes widen at Bentley Burden's firm response.* "But, Mr. Burden....."

Bentley Burden: "You heard me, let's find the hotel Anna, don't make me repeat myself. No authorities".

Anna Lies: *Her heart sinks, but she nods firmly.* "Understood, Mr. Burden. Let's get going." She stands up, her heels clicking against the tiles as she heads towards the exit. The rain outside seems to have picked up, the sound a drumroll of anxiety in her ears.

Bentley Burden: *Bentley Burden follows close behind Anna, his eyes scanning the nearly empty street as they hurry through the downpour.*

Anna Lies: *Her eyes widen in surprise as the hotel clerk informs them of the single available room. She glances at Bentley Burden, who seems unfazed.* "Mr. Burden, it appears The Rivenwood has only one room left due to the storm. It's a suite, but it's the only option."