Raiders: Quest for the 7 Adman

The Beginning

A few hours later and the three returned to Buca di Beppo. The boys complained about their stomachs rumbling for a more filling meal after their meager PBJ breakfast. Cars were coming in and out of the parking lot as the three drove in. Various cars ranging from trucks with groups of men, minivans housing whole families, and cop cars were parked outside of the fated restaurant. Seamus found a parking spot near the back and drove towards it.

"So does only one of us have to order the Administrator? Because I need some lasagna right now," Sam asked as Seamus put the car in park.

"I'll order it," Kato answered, "I'm not that hungry anyway."

"Thanks," Sam replied, a content look beaming on his face.

Seamus approached the podium where a waitress stood dawdling. She picked at the pen she was holding and looked around to see if anyone was waiting to be seated. The trio walked up to her.

"Hello ma'am, table for 3 please," Seamus requested.

"Of course," the waitress replied. "Right this way."

The waitress took the three to a small booth in the back of the restaurant. "A waiter will be with you shortly," the waitress stated plaintively. It seemed as though she couldn't care less about her job. A few minutes passed. The three remained silent, nervous about what was going to happen. The presence of cops seemingly investigating a disturbance didn't help either. Seamus could catch a glimpse of the conversation going on.

"So, things were moved?" recalled a large cop with a notebook in his hands.

"Yes," replied a man with a manager badge on, seemingly distraught.

"But, there's no sign of entry?"

"My lock is all screwed up out front!" The man was very upset.

"Wouldn't that have set off the alarms?" The policeman was beginning to look bored as if he had gone over this point a million times.

"It should have! Hert, I'm telling you, someone broke into my establishment!" The man was now yelling at the cop.

"Look, Linguini, I get that it's scary that someone might have broken in, but nothing's broken, nor stolen. It could have just been some nasty raccoons or angsty teens. No harm, no foul, right?" The cop put his hand on the manager's shoulder to try and calm him down.

"I guess. I told you I should have upgraded my security system." Linguini still had anger in his eyes, but his body had relaxed a bit, and he was able to speak calmly once again. Hert packed up his things and motioned to the group to pick up and leave. The group moved out and left Linguini there helpless.

Eventually, a waiter elegantly approached the table. "Hello everyone, my name is Harri, how may I serve you today?" He pulled out a pen and a pad of paper.

Before Kato could order, Sam interrupted. "Lasagna please," he requested. Harri nodded at him and wrote down the order and looked to Seamus.

"Could I get the chicken alfredo and chocolate milk?"

"Of course." He nodded again and wrote it down. He then turned to Kato.

"I'll take the Administrator," Kato ordered, a little annoyed with the fact that the boys had hopped in first.

"Are you sure? The Administrator is not for the faint of heart. It's a very tough meal to get through," Harri explained.

"I'll take my chances," Kato said assuredly. They looked the boys in the eyes and they nodded to assure them that they were still in.