He managed to refrain from rolling his eyes at the last statement, and not choking on the drink as the minion trundled outside. "I am not at liberty to say anything other than<em>I know a guy that knows the guy</em>. They value their privacy, and only the fact I happen to know them from a long way back allows me to deal with him. Them. Most of our interactions are through dead drops on the internet. Emails from new accounts that are almost immediately deleted, things like that. I haven't seen him in a while."<br/><br/>Which was true, he had removed the mirrors from the RV for a reason, and he did use dead drops through email when conversing with anyone other than himself, except for an account that he kept open for incoming emails that was only used through 'free' wifi web access. If only the minions would figure out that he had removed the mirrors, and stop replacing them, that lie might be more convincing. He also realized he was on the defensive here, and unless he started taking risks, and major ones at that, he wasn't going to 'win.'<br/><br/>A moment later, his cell rang from the dash board near him, and he picked it up, flipping it open as if he had received a text. In reality, the rang being actually coming from a directional device he had activated. It might be a lie that was about to die, but he was gonna play it to the hilt. Done faking the read of the imaginary text, he rolled his eyes and put the phone back down. "May I ask why you want to meet him?"<br/><br/><strong>[Will 5= 3(base) + 2(roll  2,5,5,6) against rapport]</strong>