He was working on putting some last atheistic touches on the device he was handing over, more to waste time than anything else. He had the blueprints already stored in a folder, and put both the prints and the device into a small hammerspace pouch. He then put them inside the armor he was going to wear to the meeting, this time leaving the mines in the pouch, but bringing along the electrogun because he was not stupid. One of the minions was watching the site, or had better, and he was watching the temporary bank account that would hold the funds until he could transfer them to another temporary, and then finally to his real account. Yes, they probably knew which bank, his bank account number, pin number, website log in and password, and his average visit time to the website, but he was not going to let them knew he suspected that.<br/><br/>Done dressing for the meeting, he headed to the room, stopping to slap the wall again in the same spot as he had last time, but not bothering to place something this time. 'Always assume there is a kill team watching nearby at meetings, being wrong about that is a lot less awkward than the opposite.'<br/><br/>Done with his antics, he knocked on the door, and then leaned against the wall, the eye visor on and running.