Alan considered for a few seconds, which was a fairly good indication that it was a difficult problem. Not merely logistically. The crew that Aden had suggested would be a good one -- experts in each of their fields, professionals to the core. Some might take additional motivation to work for such a small purse. The criminal world wasn't known for soft hearts.<br/><br/>No, the difficulty wasn't with their skills. The problem was that two of the three were, as Alan recalled, extremely attractive women. That could be a problem, but it was one that he would overcome. For Sophia, if nothing else.<br/><br/>There was no logical reason to choose anything less than the best.<br/><br/>"We'll split up. I'll get Brannigan. You retrieve Bennet. Andrews is less of a known quantity. The four of us will rendezvous at this address. I want Bennet's opinion of Copycat before we bring her in." As he talked his hands seemed to move independently, scribbling an address on a three by five card he had produced from somewhere, without a break in the staccato rhythm of his conversation. "You take the car. Have the waitress call me a cab." There was no malice in his tone, and no condescension. People were given the orders that it made the most sense for them to have, and those orders were carried out. That was how things got done.<br/><br/>He had worked alone before, and he had worked in teams. The teams only worked if he was the one calling the plays. It would not occur to Alan that this said a great deal more about him than it did those he worked with.<br/><br/>It didn't make sense to wish Aden luck. She hardly needed it.