Nathan sat on the bottom floor of the Renegades' house sprawled across a supple leather couch. He casually flicked through the eyes of the birds in the area, the images in his mind skipping from dozens of different angles both inside and outside the house and through to the streets outside, at the edge of his range about four blocks down the birds saw empty streets.
	As he opened his eyes he did his best to refrain from being startled. A man in a fine, Italian silk suit stood holding a manila envelope. Some how the man was invisible to Nathan's birds. He was still struggling to get used to his employers curriers. Always different individuals, always capable of slipping past his birds, even when they were staring right at them. "Welcome." Nathan spoke casual, a Cajan drawl slipping from his lips.
	"Your employers have a task for your group. A van, carrying some particulars from VitalTech Industries, will be leaving the city in exactly thirty six hours. Your employer would like the contents of a safe in that van, and would prefer if the contents remained within. The rest of the contents of the van can be kept or sold to the employer." The man handed him the manila envelope to Nathan.
	"Okay. Will do. Kind of a hassle. You couldn't have given us a little more time to put this together?"
	"Would you like me to inform your employer of your dissatisfaction?" The question was asked without any hint of humor, and no way for Nathan to figure what was going through this guys head.
	"No, no, no, no, no." Nathan said waving his hands semi-frantically. "No dissatisfaction to speak of."
	"The amount your employer is willing to pay is in the manila envelope."
	Nathan glanced down at the envelope. "Alright, tha-" The man was gone, "-nks. Well that was creepy." He finished mumbling to himself.
	Nathan pulled the sheet out and was staggered by the numbers, $10,000 a piece for each member of the Renegades for this one job. "Yo, get your asses to the kitchen. We got work, and a big payday!"