"Master shall see you now." The Manservant Drone totters off towards a double door slowly and opens it for you all, leading you deeper inside, expensive painting line most of the walls it seems, similar to the one in the foyer. They are bright and vibrant, but not garish. Eventually you reach a large study, where chairs have been paid out for you all in front of a large oak wood desk.
Behind the desk is an elderly man with a withered face, though his body looks strong, his posture, face and especially his aura to those inclined reveal him to be very sick, likely fatally so. He has time left though, so no fear of him dying before your payment.
"Welcome to my home everyone, I am Mr. Johnson," He coughs slightly but powers through, "As you know I am in need of your particular skills, I'm afraid i am not used to hiring people such as yourselves. I hope you can forgive an old man any ignorance's he may possess."
"You all have AR, yes? Splendid", he brings up an AR overlay in front of him for you all to see, it's inside info stamped with Aztechnologies symbol. It appears to detail a shipment of items being moved from South America to Seattle, the shipping has all ready occurred and arrived if the dates are to be trusted.
"Many years ago I was part of an archaeologically dig, and we uncovered a huge discovery of Aztec relics, never before found. It was a priceless find, such finds were thought to have all been found, you see."
The overlay changes to show a Matrix advert for the Seattle Museum of History, where it says a large display of never before seen ancient treasures will be put on display by Aztechnology 5 days from now. The exhibition is scheduled to last 1 week.
"Aztechnology is supplying the relics and sponsoring the event... and i wish that was where it ended. I wouldn't need you all if it was. A hacker I have paid has discovered their plan is to lock it away inside their own collections after the exhibit, which is just a ploy to appease the public. These Items are a priceless part of humanities history!", he seems to be getting worked up up at this point, "They are for the whole world to be able to see and learn from, not for the megacorporation to claim owne-hack-ownership- " He begins coughing profusely and it is at this point the doors open behind you all and a tall, blonde, Caucasian Human bursts in, a worried look on his face.
He sweeps past you all in his expensive tailored blue and red suit, flamboyantly huge decorative feathers adorning his left shoulder, and goes over to Mr. Johnson.
"Father, I saw the Biomonitor," He speaks in a crisp English accent but one showing pride and upbringing, not polite servitude like the drone. He crouches down to his father and places his hands on his shoulders, "You push yourself too far, please, go to your room and rest, i can handle these negotiations."
"No.. I- can continue.. I must do this-" He clings to the blonde man while coughing harder and harder.
