Become the Laughingstock

Kait Hanson drives under a mile outside the Pentagon building in a coffee shop. 

Inside was a number of CIA officers enjoying their normal day.

Using his sense of perception, Remo could feel these crowd were very formidable --- much less, with above average fighting skills.

"Don't worry, these big guys have no names --- only aliases. Mind you, they're no match for you!"

Right at that moment, a guy came in front abruptly.

"Your highness, may I order you a drink please?"

"Chill of, Clifford I have an important visitor here!"

"Mmm...I'm just being polite to offer you something, my angel!" he smiled.

Kait Hanson ignored his advances not even looking at him.

"Alright, suit yourself.!" He muttered and immediately goes away.

"Who's this guy Ms. Hanson?" Remo asked when they got a corner seat.