After a while, the door to the café swung open and in walked Clint. Immediately the Hydra agent spotted Remy, and he took a seat far away and picked up a menu to cover his face. He positioned himself at a vantage point of the thief and waited for about five minutes.
Next in came another man. Mid thirties, white. Slightly balding? Very inconspicuous. He walked up to the Cajun’s table and paused. “Good evening Mister Lebeau. Mind If I take a seat?”
This was their face for the engagement. IF all went well, Hydra could have a new recruit, if things went bad- well… Hawkeye still had his bow handy