At the suggestion of "ghosting", Brian shook his head.  "No, sir, no 'ghosting' . . . at least not at first," he said.  "Assuming the suits don't know who has the data, we'll need to do a bit of recon first."  He'd noticed that the boss hadn't answered either question about knowing who had the package or what was on it.  That lack of information limited the possibilities.  "Depending on the major players, there might be some markers I can call in as well, but blending and bluffing, at least until we know exactly what and who we're dealing with, is closer to what I had in mind."<br/><br/>He'd spent enough years working for organized criminals that he figured he could find a way to blend in and move in their circles again.  It hadn't been all that long since he'd been an enforcer.  The old tricks and moves shouldn't be gone yet, Brian thought.  Hell, technically, he'd spent most of his life on a planet pretty similar to this Yarlrus.  The old instincts should kick in quickly enough . . . assuming they did so early enough to give his newfound teammates a heads up.