The Johnson merely smirked.  "In good time.  You know, your appearances don't live up to your reputations."  He raised a preemptive hand.  "I mean no disrespect, of course.  Your reputations are well-earned."  After their food came out, he would start to talk.  "I represent legitimate business interests.  The Sons of Sauron hijacked a truck going to one of our distributors' high-end retail stores.  We've largely managed to recover the things they fenced from the hijacking, but they still have one piece of critical hardware in their possession.  A computer system.  We need it back, since attempts to set either Lone Star or Knight Errant have proven futile.  Return the computer system to us, and you will be paid market price plus fifty percent the cost of the system."