The Wabbit replaced the waiter as arranged and waited for his contact. He was unsurprised when he saw his sometime adversary Scratch, since his mission papers indicated the use of Skratch's particular skills. Skratch waved a paw frantically and the Wabbit started a coded exchange. "Buongiorno Signor Gatto, what may I get you?" "I will have a cappuccino," said Skratch. "We do not serve cappuccino after 11 a.m.,” said the Wabbit and effected disapproval. “I am a cat and have special dietary requirements," said Skratch. "In that case," said the Wabbit, "I will serve you an espresso and a saucer of milk on the side." "That will do nicely," purred Skratch,"will you froth it lightly?" The Wabbit turned and pulled many levers. Then he pushed a few buttons, scrutinised some dials and rattled some cups for dramatic effect. The cafe filled with sounds of burbling and hissing and a delicious coffee smell floated in the air. Under cover of the noise, Skratch and the Wabbit bent their heads together." "The box is well guarded,” said Skratch. "I will create a diversion," said the Wabbit," while you retrieve the box.” "What kind of a diversion?" asked Skratch. The Wabbit didn't really know because he hadn't thought of one. He nodded sagely. "Oh, don't worry Skratch. You do your job and you'll know when it happens.” "What's in the box?" asked Skratch. The Wabbit hadn't the foggiest notion about that either so he pretended to think for a while. "Something importantly important," he said finally.
