Rakesh walked up to the entrance of C&A Jewelers, Soren not too far behind him. As his hand gripped the door handle, he felt eyes on him and his hair stood on end. He did his best not to turn his head, but checked his peripherals for anyone out of place. His mind immediately suspected that the other members of the Lazarus Collective had shown up.

“Sitting over at the far table at the coffee shop.” Soren muttered, stepping next to him. “She’s got a black hood on, damn near ...