The guy exiting the restaurant wasn't just nobody, he is an intelligence officer by the name of Frank Ford. Frank Ford, witnessing what seems to be leading to an aftermath of disaster. Has called the agency in surprise:
"Is this Nick Strata? Nick Strata do you copy? There seems to be what we guys call a royal rumble down at a Restaurant Somewhere in New York, we need assistance there now." - Frank Ford
"This is Nick Strata, intelligence committee duty officer, I'm responding to your forward calls from now on. We are now assisting intelligence backing in regards to the situation, standby for further details … now." - Nick Strata
"Yes, yes, we confirm large intel of a gathering of tongs, on what seems to be like a huge fight going on. We are now immediately backing assistance towards an agent named Frank Ford." - Nick Strata
"Copy that Nick, hope you do well on your part." - Frank Ford
Frank Ford is now coordinating with the Agency on how to approach the situation from behind. Dealing with the situation as a fixer and later, a cleaner, to maintain public peace and secrecy of secret societies to be in order. Frank Ford is the go in between guy intelligence officer you need to make sure that nothing dangerous gets out to the public's hands.
"Give me details on a guy named "Turren Straw", need to contact the guy asap. He was litting out a new face but I can see right through his disguise. He's there to initiate a son named Forest Straw and had to be in bad dealings with a the master of the Moshin Nagan, James Renfield, we are requesting his number in support of his situation. Over?" - Frank Ford
"Copy that, giving out forms for a DD(Directory Detailed) ID, Over?" - Operator
Frank Ford now then, calls for Turren Straw to discuss what seems to be the situation. He says to Turren that the situation seems to be a mess. The whole of Moshin Nagan and its allies are attacking what seems to be all White Dragon Clan stronghold. Why is that? He doesn't know, other than a clue of the fact that, Turren is on the path of initiating his kid named Forest Straw and the secret societies don't like that.
"Must be a message from the heads, that the war is a simulation of what is to come." -Turren Straw
Both noticing that the James Jenfield that entered the restaurant is a copy, a body double and a doppelganger. They immediately want to know where he is hiding. But knowing the "Dread of the Jenfields", he is nowhere to be found and lies in secret towards an undisclosed location.
James Jenfield, father of both Hans and Randall Jenfield is a dangerous man. A black magician at that with supreme criminal latency. Backed by his ability of black magic to cause chaos and uproar in the field of battle. He is by far, the current, dangerous villain of the story.
"I'm on my phone walking with a pistol right now, shooting at these Moshin Nagan, need to find the exact location of this fellow. Teleport if needed be. Need to stop this offensive." - Turren Straw
"We are now tracking his energy derivatives, or locations with extreme mana pool of his magic. We request you bait him into using an extreme form of magic to allow us a chance to track him." - Frank Ford
To bait him of using magic on Turren Straw or his allies, he uses a "sang goi" or the ability to manifest a reality a "sang" to a "goi" a magic caster. There, only the two of them are left in what seems to be an "altered state" reality, a manifested reality at a soul level that allows them to chat like they are at a VR station.
There was no chat there however, Turren Straw, a versed ki user uses his ki attacks to engage. Waving his ki through air as if he was choping water mid air with an emotionless stance. To counter act with such a strong attack, James Jenfield uses the magic words "Zigmarat Locallidad" and exited the reality without being detected.
Though it was not what was intended, a radio magnetic signal from quarks did arrive at the HQ department Agency of Frank Ford. Tracking that he is now in Iraq. So far away, yet so short a distance for teleporters.
"Frank, help me on this one, need a plaster for teleportation over. Just simple cards and sigils of spells will be enough." - Turren Straw
"Okay there buddy, hang on, I'll contact Henry for those Items." - Frank Ford
In a shining light of magic of golden imbued fabric was seen being used to teleport Turren Straw. In what seems to be a bright light that mystify the smell of the atmosphere, the smell of photons perhaps. Leading to his way to Iraq, in an effort to find and locate James Jenfield.