So there was a location, an item and some instructions, but the rest was their own legwork. They'd have to case the place, and carefully orchestrate the way in and out. They had time to dig into that info, but they'd have to get to work quickly. But there was one part that wasn't answered in that Johnson's very brief plan.

"Yes. How do we contact you to arrange a dropoff?" Chopsticks wasn't committing to a location ahead of time, because he didn't want to get picked off by the Johnson if they tried to stiff them. He didn't know the fixer and he didn't know the crew, that meant that they were going to have to keep things contained from the client until they had their item in hand, and they'd need to make sure the pay cleared before they let go. He liked to make sure the runs were planed smoothly, though they rarely went that way. But resources and planning went a long way to handle the things you could see coming and you relied on skill for the rest.

He'd dealt with it before with extraction work in the Free State and Seattle, when the clients tried to twist you or chisel you. He didn't want to rely on the client's information too much, and the first thing they'd do with those blueprints, if he had his way, was check them over just in case. He certainly wasn't going to give the Johnson any timeframe for the work, just that they were going to get in and do it. 

Getting into someone's residence meant that they had to work something out with someone and cause a betrayal or they'd have to go in with force. Not necessarily loud and lethal, but with force. He didn't like the idea of that in a neighborhood crawling with heavy police security, to account for the rich and famous. 

Loud was bad. But he'd wait until the Johnson was out the door for all that. In the meantime, he kept it quiet and let the others have their say. His question was the one he always worried about; he wanted to make sure they weren't holding the stuff any longer than they had to.