Alan grinned in the empty room. Occupational hazard, if you insisted on working with the best. This one was going to present a challenge. Erratic behavior could be handled, as long as her motivation were clear. That would be the key. Besides, it was only for one job.<br/><br/>He texted back to the sender.<em>Agreed. Agent will be arriving shortly. You'll know her when you see her. A.</em><br/><br/>Followed by a second message, to Aden.<em>Hope you're finished with Laurel. Meet Copycat at Greenthorne Mall brasserie, alone. It's possible she's insane. I'm at the meetup address. A. </em><br/><br/>Something bothered him about this job, and he'd learned to play his hunches. On the surface a simple street gang. Plant some evidence, tip some inspectors to it, and let the pieces fall where they may. It didn't take a strike force of some of the world's top criminals. Though if you can afford it, overwhelmingly favorable odds weren't something to discard lightly. He felt there was more, though. In the absence of evidence, his supposition would serve as truth, and they would act on it. But more data was badly needed.<br/><br/>Methodically he replaced the network stack on his computer and swapped in a new SIM card to the phone. The old card went into a cup of coffee that had long since grown cold.