-- Desmond - 113 Plaza Street - Around Midnight --<br/><hr/><br/>Desmond brought a gloved hand to his chin as the details were laid out before him.  The job seemed simple enough from the outset, but when it came to the machinations of corporations things were rarely so clear cut.  Of course, he had no way of knowing if the man represented a person or a group.  Either way, there was likely a reason for the anonymity.  Wasn't there always?<br/><br/>"A hack job?  Simplicity itself!" he said boldly, his expression inscrutable beneath the mask.  "If I can get my hands on that system, the job is as good as done."<br/><br/>His fellow Runner asked every other question he had, except for one that Desmond wisely decided to keep to himself.  What exactly did this Ehran Manuscript contain, that its publishing was so threatening to the Johnson's employers?  It would be a shame to steal it without finding out for himself.