<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Huh, this guy seems legit</div><div class="spoiler_body">First Target Number: 8<br/>Comment: emp+perc<br/>Result: 6, 1, </div></div><br/>Andrei seemed to have no qualms about raising the stakes, so Alberto quickly ran off the mental checklist.  "First," he said, counting a finger, "I'm going to need a raise.  Second, a stipend for any additional unexpected expenses.  I'm not the first guy you've recruited to do dirty work for, that much is clear to me, so you know that kind of thing comes up when you least expect it."  He lingered a moment, weighing his stakes -- and what he -needed- to know, versus what he so desperately wanted to know.  He could be quite comfortable here, if the job wasn't too difficult.  But he wasn't comfortable, not here, not now, because the mystery that was Andrei -refused- to stop being a driving focus of his attention.  "Thirdly," Alberto finished, unable to keep himself from pushing his case further, "I need to know what you're getting me into.  What you're collecting.  I don't need to know specifics -- yet -- but I want to be sure I take the right preparations.  I get you your box, you tell me where the rabbit hole leads, and I tell anybody else nothing.  If that's good for you, you can put me under, and we'll do whatever this disguise you've got in mind is."<br/><br/>'Back to gallivanting as his usual self?'  That was a hell of a weird turn of phrase, but maybe it was some kind of inside joke.  Andrei seemed like the kind of guy to have a lot of inside jokes he frequently shared with people weren't in on them.