[That works. Kengo has no issue following the directions, intending to message the other as soon as he gets there. After all, he'd never had a chance to ask the other who he was or what he looked like. Less than five minutes later, Kengo walks into the marketplace and stands off to the side, carrying a black case in his hand while glancing around. He sees to give up quickly, lifting his arm and tapping at his omni-tool again to send the other a message.]
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