Vixen Manor

You say nothing. She continues her tirade.

"It's almost as bad as that time when they got the cutest girls to act like hookers and I caught one of my 'clients' with a federal ID. What were they doing? Sending agents around to play with us?"

"I'm not here for that," you state firmly. "What do you have for me?"

She regains her demeanor. "I have your weapon over here." She pulls a small automatic out of a drawer with three clips. "It's not much, but it's something. Here's some extra cash too. We're pretty sure that this is indeed a front for arms sales, but, as you know, we need their clients more than we need them. I've checked pretty thoroughly and I don't think the acutal arms are on site. But I think the records are. I've seen the main ones on the hard drive of Big Gregory's computer. He doesn't ever come out and lives in the far tower. Holly and Christa have slept with him. They say he has a computer in his room. We either need to copy the files or steal his hard drive. What's your idea?"