Flint listened to the girl. The name did ring a bell after all.
"Ok come on, we can talk easier in here...." Flint said moving and inviting her in before locking up the door once again.
"Five weeks of ration slips is my usual offer... How far out are you thinking? And who are we meeting with? I want numbers and if I get screwed over I have strong friends who will know who you are"
The last statement was a lie but no-one in a long time had ever tested it.