Chuck was at the Freeport Bar & Grill. According to Google a 'Classic American fare is served in a simple paneled space with a fireplace, a bar & a patio.' He looked around couldn't fault them on the description, though he was expecting something a little classier seeing as it was right next to the golf course. He sat at a table on the patio overlooking the river, just as the main lunch rush was subsiding, sipping from a tumbler of Double Scotch malt. Not his preferred liquor, but consistency wasn't something he got too caught up on. Now reliability? That's another matter. Too many people think those are the same thing.
He'd let those interested in the Aegis know when and where to meet, as well as his current pack of course. Now it was just a matter of seeing who turned up.