Tower Bridge was an old structure in the city, a true historical landmark with a nice path located along the waterfront. To many, traveling the path late at night may seem dangerous with god knows who waiting to try and jump you from the bushes. For Arturo Garcia, and the company he planned to keep tonight he did not think this would be an issue. If anything, any ruffian who may decide to cross them may be the ones in danger.
A fair distance from where he had parked his vehicle the Lord had enjoyed what feelings and sensation the night could provide. He strolled along the winding paved path, polished shoes making an unmistakable click in the night. They matched his simple attire of black slacks and matching jacket with a simple button up white shirt beneath it. He spied the seating area where he had given the Crone instructions to meet him.
Krieg for all he had heard was nothing like the others he had met. Where as the likes of Prosper were social creatures unable to hurt a fly but were dangerous nonetheless, a giant was normally nothing to be trifled with. Hence why it would be a better idea to be on the right side of such a man should a situation arise.
Arturo came to the benches, four of them in a circular patch of concrete facing the path leading from the waterfront. He found one that seemed to be the least grimy, and took a seat. Reaching into his pocket he pulled his phone out, quickly flicking the white light on, which contrasted with the dim orange given off by the lighting posts along the main path and the one behind the benches.
Seeing no news of cancellation on behalf of the Nosferatu, he returned the phone to his jacket and simply waited for the other man to make his dramatically appropriate appearance.