Nick Fury could find almost anyone, it was just one of the benefits that came with being the Director of a government espionage organization. Finding a particular person wasn't difficult when that person was the CEO of a multi-billion dollar corporation, a powerful mutant, and when she looked as good as Emma Frost. Finding her wasn't the problem, actually speaking to her was proving to be something near to impossible. Despite his position as the de facto secret leader of the free world, Fury had been having a hard fucking time getting an appointment to see the telepathic bombshell. Her people kept shutting him down. That was annoying. So, finally, Fury was taking matters into his own hands. And that's what had him here, sidling up to the bar next to Emma and ordering a whiskey on the rocks.
He turned to her, hands in the pockets of his trench coat, and greeted her with, "Emma Frost." It wasn't a question. Fury knew exactly who she was.