¥10,000?! Chaim keeps his face impassive, even when his vision is flooded with text messages. Still, he thinks nodding his head thoughtfully, a number like that needs to be commented on. Of course, there was always playing it the other way, "Oh yeah, chummer, I don't normally get out of bed for less than 12. And back when I was doing work for Damien, you know Damien don't you? . . . and all that drek.
"Ten thousand nuyen is not an insubstantial amount of money," Chaim says, settling on his strategy. "But in this line of work an 'acquisition' can mean anything from a smash-and-grab on an armored car convoy to a exfiltration on extraterritorial grounds. I understand your need for anonymity as I likewise understand any reticence you may have toward divulging any unnecessary details prior to my team and I accepting the job. And let me also add that I don't want any specific information on this job should we decide that we're not a good fit here, or that it is wise for us to decline. If such is the case you can rest assured that this meeting never happened.
"But, for us to move forward we do need some, let's say, generalities about the work. This thing to be acquired, is it living? Will it fit in a suitcase? Is its location on extraterritorial property? In transit? Are you prepared to offer any logistical information, such as its exact location or blueprints, or will we be operating in the dark on that front? Given your description, I will assume that a timeline must be adhered to, but are we talking about a number of hours, a number of days, or a number of weeks?"
Chaim gives one of his easy smiles as he waits for the Johnson to respond, and mentally types out a quick message to the team.
<<@Team [Brasa] Am I missing anything? Pin looks Ares to me too. Looks like we're going up against one of the big players. Let's make sure it's worth it.>>