‘jace lightwood. formerly morgenstern - raised by valentine morgenstern prior to adolescence. weak but stubborn. seen unfit for the cause. ( discharged. ) then raised by maryse lightwood - previously married to robert lightwood ( aid ).’ the file was descriptive. and he’d spent sufficient time combing over it - memorising the information that would be essential to the adequate conduction of this mission. to his - their - eventual success. the file also listed his brother’s most recent place of work - a bar downtown. barely two miles away from where he currently was. it was the perfect cover - introduce himself as a new patron, order a few drinks, strike up pleasant conversation. then accidentally lacerate his hand on a glass he would drop. only for it to heal moments later. then they would bond over their shared powers - over the joys of their mutations. and the injustices they brought. ( then recruitment could begin. ) walking into the establishment, he surveys the place briefly as he walks inside. externally putting on the appearance of any man in his twenties, smiling at a few of the other patrons when they glance over at him. jace moves into his line of sight as he moves closer to the bar, eventually taking a seat on one of the stools. only a spot or two away from jace. perusing the menu momentarily and feigning confusion - turning his attention the man walking beside him. “hey man - what’s good here?” @wcylnds