[color=gray]Eddie looked up at the question from Bluejay in the back, and took the moment to steal another long sip of overheated and oversweetened latte. After her sip she gave a small nod, and exchanged a glance with Nix. She knew what Nix was thinking, but she still wanted the visual okay from the man that it was okay if she responded the way Nix knew she would want to: with transparency. "The Militech suits in the BD that were killed by Tygers on the street according to your fiction, deleting the presence of the female assassin that actually did the killing? That's where the codes that get us into the facility without raising alarms come from. The mysterious woman is a contractor of mine, someone with a stake in this. Militech bought your BD account, we know because we've got a line in on their communications."

Still, having to admit to Shimada wasn't what she had in mind, even if the honesty was the best path in the moment. "There will be times I use someone outside this room for this effort. This isn't a Militech-centric effort; they're just the first job. We'll be hitting more corp targets that aren't Militech, they just get to go first. Lucky them. As for the BD, you'll get the pay and a bonus thrown in for Militech buying it. I've done work for this. Nix has. Bluejay there, obviously, has. This assassin has, and may again if I need her to. The client has given us nearly unlimited resources to get this done, and it's the only job I'm working as a Fixer. I've stopped everything else and given everything else to Dino. This is likely my last day in Afterlife until we finish all of this job. It's just too dangerous, the payout is just too great, for every single one of us."

That was, she wanted to add, even more true for herself...but that was information they just didn't need, and a thought she didn't like to dwell upon. "Valentine, Mac? Can y'all stay behind a minute?" 

They'd been gawking at each other. Nearly every set of eyes in the room was on her, and had been glued to her, and the screen she displayed information on...but those two kept stealing glances and stares, and from her position at the head of the room, it was painfully obvious that something was there. And if something was there, she needed to know what it is, just in case it could potentially become a problem. [/color]