The Reception: Aya/Schreient/Ken/Open
"/No naming on missions, Siberian! Call me Shion, if you must./" Aya let Ken's lapsus slip once, having no ground to criticize seeing how himself nearly made the same mistake upon seeing his ex-teammate, but he thought that by now the man would have recovered from the news.
"/I must go, my disappearance will not help anyone. If someone wants me here tonight, well,/" Aya put back his cap decisively, and gave Ken a wide grin that bode nothing well for said 'someone'. "/I won't tell on you if I don't need to, but you'd better move anyway./"
Darting another look at the art gallery, Aya quickly withdrew a pen from his front pocket, scribbling a series of number on his own wrist and letting Ken have a look before rubbing them off. "/Don't suppose that the line is secure, or that I'm alone. Have Bombay tag it, if you want./"
Without further ado, Aya stepped back from the van and into full view of dock crew, looking once again like an unassuming janitor.