The masked figure had raised Kaan's curiosity. The only people who were neither oppressed nor accomplices would be... Well, nobody really. This raised a question: Was this a trap or a lure? And to whom was it directed at?
To the mention of Anahera Bek, he acted surprised, raised an eyebrow and stared at the masked man.
"Anahera Bek? I mean... No, I haven't" he faked a clumsy response. Actually, it was the truth that he had never heard of an Anahera Bek, at least to his recollection, but keeping the masked man and his 'we' on the tip of their toes while working on him could be useful later on.
"I have a feeling you should leave me to my drink now. There's a feeling I might meet your Empire before you've managed to get out of sight" the man said and narrowed his eyes. He had a feeling of betrayal nagging on his mind. The same feeling as when Order 66 was announced but on a much smaller scale.
Just in case his feelings were correct, he would switch tables as soon as the masked man had left. He would move to the more shadowed sections of the street cafe and continue to observe the table where he sat originally.
"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan