The Mr Fernández nodded along to them while he enjoyed his cigar for a moment.  "Who he is and why can be answered in the same way I feel.  If you are all sufficiently interested the target is known only by his code name and a variety of aliases,<em>Timomauhtiz</em>."<br/><br/>Flipping open the folder he leaned forward and pushed it towards the middle of the table for any of the runners to see or pick up for a better look.  The folder lead was a headshot of a Hispanic man his late twenties to early thirties with a variety of scars over his head, some of them small, clean surgical scars, and others jagged and rough that could have been from almost anything.  Beyond that were other shots of the man in motion from long range cameras and what seemed like street cameras.  All the shots showed the same thing though, a man who appeared to be in the 6 foot range, lean, athletic, and with obviously chromed out arms.  Glossy black and going from collarbone to fingertips they looked like high end 'ware.<br/><br/>"If you cannot tell from the name he is an Azzie agent, that means he should not be here in the first place," giving a moment for the runners to think through things Mr Fernández took a long draw on his cigar before letting it out slowly.<br/><br/>"Depending on how much you keep up on local politics you may know that the Azzies are not well liked around here, and generally their agents are not allowed anywhere important in the League, and Havana, well, Havana is Havana afterall.  This guy makes it worse, he is not just some Azzie nobody, this guy is a killer."<br/><br/>Leaning back now he continued, "Timomauhtiz has one job he does for the Azzies, he kills people and sends a message doing it.  He gets in close and kills them right up, face to face, personally and messily.  Since the Azzies want to send a message we want to send one back.  Kill this guy, do it in a way that his Azzie handlers will know what is up, but also in a way that won't be tracked back to me."<br/><br/>Putting his cigar down he interlaced his fingers over his stomach and gave the group a good once over, "For that, I think a million doubloons is a fair deal."