The Information Brokers (IC)
Crudelis spun the cross that always hung around his neck as he dialed the number. His face was as emotionless as a statue as it always was when he was preparing for work. He held the phone next to his ear: "Ash. Is Julius inside already? I'm about to make my way to our... Business partner. I want everything when I arrive. The layout, the dirty secrets of the company, every single thing, as unimportant as it may seem." Without waiting for a reply, he snapped the phone shut, ending the call. He looked at the computerscreen over the girl's shoulder: "Alright Crash. Keep a watch on the cameras, alright?" He pointed at the laptop she had lying ready: "Grab it and let's go. I'm sure Jun is growing impatient waiting for us." He waited for her to grab the laptop then started walking, opening the door for her. They reached the elevator that was made completely of glass and got in, waiting for Crash to step in before pressing the button for the "ground" floor, which was still a few kilometres into the air. He could see Jun below, impatiently pacing about. He laughed, his mask of emotionlessness cracking: "Perhaps we should hurry up next time."