Alan finished adjusting the controls on the overly complicated stainless steel monstrosity that had followed him from job to job throughout the years. He'd only ever met one person who could operate it as easily as he. As the thick black liquid dripped into the tiny porcelain cup, he made up his mind to bring her in as well. Not to make espresso. Well, not only to make espresso. Reese Clancy was an expert in material goods. While he could rely on Kat, he hoped, for their virtual needs, someone eventually had to roll up their sleeves and produce the tools upon which the long con often relied. He didn't yet know how she would fit into this particular puzzle, but he would feel safer knowing that he had her to call upon. And, as luck would have it, she was in London.<br/><br/>He sat back into his office chair, his phone with the new SIM card seated, and sent a text.<em>Reese. If you're interested, I have a potential job. Small team, long con, low violence. Find me above Arsenio's Arcade, near Elephant and Castle.</em><br/><br/>The dark liquid was bitter, and very strong. His sole vice. But as much as he needed caffeine, he needed data more. There was precious little to go on. Darkness was a fine place to operate, if it was darkness of your choosing. Ignorance was unacceptable.<br/>