"All right", David said to himself, as he stood in front of the bathroom mirror. He heard a knock from the apartment door, and went to open it. Hanks was behind it. "Does it suit well, sir? The Bureau had to approximate the size", the ghoulish Hanks asked. He had a simple suit with three buttons on him and a wide brimmed hat.

"As well as ever, thank you. Come in, everybody's almost ready", David replied. "Anything new on the front?"

"Not much, I'm afraid," Hanks answered, taking his hat off while walking inside. "There will be a couple taxis coming in about fifteen minutes to take us to the Golden Fleece, so it is better to hurry anything you people are doing. We might take a few minutes to talk with the troops of the facts and plans."

David nodded. There was a living room in the apartment. "Team", he said with a loud voice, making sure the others heard him in apartment's rooms. "Form up in the living room." [i]Damn, that sounds too much like a military talk[/i], David thought.