Three more people showed up. Regular people, from the looks of it. The first just simply sat down across from Murphy. The strong silent type apparently. Then came another gentleman. He did not seem like the type to appear to random meetings. In fact, he did not look like the type to get out of his house that much. Murphy let a smile slowly cross his face. Then he spoke. "Is there any chance one of you is waiting for me?" He asked. Murphy had heard some of the question, enough to give an answer. Murphy removed one of the ear buds from his ear, then the other. He paused the music then placed his whole musical setup in his pocket. "Not me and I doubt Mendez here" Murphy was now just being racially insensitive and an asshole, "is the one we're meeting either." Murphy chuckled a bit. "Sorry" he apologized, not really meaning it, to the South American man sitting across from him. Then the girl arrived. Murphy saw it as a chance to break up the 'sausage fest' that had become the terminal that was 'under construction'. She also had a question. 

"Uhm. Hi. Is this...um...under construction?" She asked. "Barely. Look at this place. The only 'construction' here would be the tarps in front of the entrance and the cones and tape. Look at this place" he stood up and waved his arms around. "There is no construction" he looked down at his phone. "It's noon and not a single sign of anyone other than ourselves. God did I honestly just waste a day flying up to Minnesota" Murphy shook his head. "Thank God I brought cash to buy a ticket home. What a joke" he said, turning to leave. Murphy tossed his bag over his shoulder and began to walk away.

"Not so fast Mr. O'Connor. I'm sure that the Ocala authorities would love to apprehend you once you get back from the Orlando airport." A voice said. Murphy turned quickly, curiosity and shock on his face. An older man was standing near the elevator. His attire consisted of a nice, expensive looking, suit and some glasses. "Mr. Garcia, Mr. Caster, and Ms. Glaindale. I am glad that the four of you were able to arrive on time, unlike some of the group" the man looked down at his watch. "I shall send for someone to wait here for them." He said, retrieving his phone. The man did not place a call, just a text. A few minutes of silence passed and the elevator opened. Another, younger man, in a suit walked out and stood silently away from the group. 

"Now you are probably wondering what you are doing here and who I am. Well I am Mr. Lancaster. And to be frank, I know almost everything there is to know about all of you. That being said, I'll keep most of it private. Sorry for outing your enterprises Mr. O'Connor" he said, looking at Murphy before turning back to the rest of the group. "If you would gather your belongings we can head downstairs" he said, calmly, motioning towards the elevator. Murphy shrugged and entered the elevator. "Enthusiasm Mr. O'Connor. That'll get you places".