Morgan Lieter got off the motorcycle and looked around at the decrepit buildings. Then she shrugged, and went in.
The newcomer looked profoundly hung over. "Ah, welcome, Mr. Strassen. I think that's all but for one..." A motorcycle was plainly audible roaring to a stop. "That may be her."
It was. Morgan Lieter was a tall woman who looked more like a punk than what she was, a top sharpshooter. She wore tight black jeans and a black leather jacket, and a t-shirt with some kind of slogan. Her hair was a violent shade of blue. Talbot looked at her in annoyance.
"Sorry I'm late. Got a ticket on the expressway. Morgan Lieter." And she leaned against the door, surveying the room.
Talbot looked around at them all, then down at his papers. "Now that we are all here. You can all introduce yourselves later. The business at hand: I'm sure that you're aware that Crowe Industries has interests in many fields. The company also has many enemies, generally in differing areas. Our biggest competitor is the Silver Corporation, in all fields. The Silver Corporation has not shied away from industrial espionage in the past; indeed, a whole department is devoted to thwarting them." The truth, as far as it went. "But that is neither here nor there. This time, they've gone so far as to steal a shipment bound for our research department. We need that back. And we want to keep as tight a lid on this as possible. The nature of the projects that were stolen has not even been revealed to me." He threw a set of black and white surveillance photos on the wobbly desk. "This is the warehouse where we think the shipment is now. In two days, a large shipment bound for Silver Corp.'s various satellite companies is going out, and we think that the stolen projects are part of it. Our intelligence is sketchy, because we have little experience in this particular brand of industrial espionage. But you're all accomplished, intelligent professionals."
He produced another piece of paper. "And, of course, here's why you're really here. The money. There are three large, sealed crates, all of which contain separate pieces of the project. We need them returned ASAP, and unopened. Naturally, we'll be paying you a substantial amount of money for this service." And Talbot named a figure that was about twice what they were originally told. "The increased pay is to dissuade you from working with any of our competitors. None of them could possibly offer you more. Now, as we ARE trying to keep this quiet, you cannot contact me directly. You will report to my assistant, Mr. Dietrich." He gestured at Dietrich, who nodded sullenly. "He can get you any resources that we can provide. You will return the crates to him at the conclusion of the job." Talbot gathered his things, leaving the wage agreements and all the intel he had to give them. "Naturally, since the law frowns upon this sort of thing, we have never met. We don't know anyone who would know each other. We've never walked on the same piece of real estate. If you get caught at this, which I don't think you will, Crowe Industries has no knowledge of you. Dietrich can answer any further questions, provided you have a need-to-know. Good day." And, at last, Talbot took himself off that miserable piece of property.
Dietrich glowered at them, almost daring them to ask him a question.