It's like you're an alias savant.

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Neal spots him when he's on the way to another appointment.

He makes a point to know the faces already present in the city - especially those of the agents. He notes their habits, their associates, who spends more time with some than others. He's been in Teleios for years at this point, but there's always something about them that never sit quite right with him. He knows they aren't allowed access to Utopia - that isn't in the cards for them - but they have to be getting something out of it, and Neal was never entirely sure as to what that something is.

He's tried asking. The answers don't really get him far.

He notes when he walks into the bar that Attar has seated himself at one end of it, nursing a drink of what seemed like a very nice scotch and watching the room. There's a part of him that's tempted to go over and speak to him, but he's already late for meeting someone, and the man doesn't seem to want to be disturbed.

Maybe another time.

All the same, he makes his way over to the stool nearby where his meeting was waiting, flashing her a wide smile as he does. "Sorry I'm late. I got caught up in a project I was working on."

will be pretty later.