A little later...
Graves-Burton was deeply interested in the data Darghibous claimed to have. In return the Lord Councillor provided the meeting location: the heart of the commercial centre. It's a boxy building adjacent to the main embassy complex, a ring of offices and convenience stores surrounding a large indoor park. And in that park there's a bench. A bench that, apparently, Graves-Burton will be sat upon. Darghibous doesn't believe that for a second.
A pair of surveillance drones lazily circle the embassy site. A single Arbiter stands at the main gate in full power armour, but he's mostly there for show: the bulk of the guards are Mercenaries. They don't seem particularly alert, and for good reason. The embassy is known to be one of the safest places in the city. A huge and ornate dome, it is nevertheless subtly fortified and secured with all the latest innovations, and by its very nature is populated with a disproportionately high number of psions. It's a little taller than the commercial centre, and Mercs with sniper rifles patrol its roof without making the slightest attempt to hide their presence.