JT Cole
A youngish, casually yet colorfully dressed blonde man pushed the slightly closed door open and slipped inside. JT had to find a cover for him for the cafe, normally he did a lunch shift on Saturday's, but the contents (the almost threat) had him worried enough that he figured he should check out the meeting. It was odd enough to get something like this on actual paper, much less pass the mail security at his apartment building, so it must be legit.
He looked suspiciously at the assembled group, then nodded slightly to whomever was closest and shifted out of the door way off to one side along the wall.