[b][u]October 15th
10:28 P.M.
Archeron Inc.
42 San Quentin Blvd.
Treaft[/u][/b]

"I must thank you again for taking this late meeting Mr. Kaplan" Zachariah Kreiger said as he walked down the length of the boardroom table. The wizened, stout man spoke with a deep English accent and moved gingerly, as if the slightest breeze would shatter his bones. At 65, his fragility seemed alarming to most who met the CEO and Founder of the Vigilance Security Group, but the business giant held in his possession a power deeper than any amount of money could bring. A power of control.

"I can assure you that your investment with my corporation is a sound decision. At our current rate of growth, your shares would triple in growth by the end of the new year's first quarter. Of course, with a larger investment, you would guarantee a larger return"
"Yes, it seems like quite a package" Kaplan said "And Vigilance would provide a full security detail for any public events we host?"
"That and a top of the line alarm system for all of your locations"
"That is excellent. I feel I'd be amiss not to mention my concerns about..... recent events"
"Are you referring to the murder at the hotel last night? Or another incident?"
"I suppose it is all very concerning. Makes me worry about how secure my money would be"
If Kaplan had been looking directly at him, he would have noticed Kreiger's eyes flash grey, just for a split second.
"I can assure you Mr. Kaplan, this "Reaper" is nothing but a minor inconvenience. The setbacks his attacks have caused are insignificant in the long run. I've already commissioned my best man to deal with him. You will forget about him and write a cheque for double your initial investment. And we will speak no more of the matter"
"Yes sir" Kaplan droned, zombie-like "I will forget about the vigilante and write a cheque. Let's go to my office right now"
Kreiger smiled cunningly, more to himself than anything "So glad to be in business with you Mr. Kaplan"

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[b][u]Later[/u][/b]
Reaper arrived home to find a folder lying in the mail basket. One of his informants must have come by the warehouse earlier to drop it through the door slot. Inside he found detailed photos and a breakdown of a production facility owned by Vigilance Security. A post-it note stuck to it read [i]'Floor 1/2- Equipment production. Seems legit. Storage and assembly area for weapons in the basement. 30-40 employees. Lancer sec. team on-site at all times. Next shipment expected October 16th, after hours. Bring something heavy'[/i]

He checked the time, he had less than 24 hours to prepare. But then again, he always loved a challenge. He sat and began to draw up a plan of attack.