"But come, we shall discuss matters in more comfortable surroundings."
You follow Halstead to the tiny building, sleek in appearance as any office building, shining and multi-edged like a vast jewel.
The interior is as swish as any other villain's lair you've visited in the past. Henchman scurry hither and thither, carrying packages that can contain nothing less than the missing uranium.
A large man joins Dieter, dressed in a suit so sharp you could cut yourself on it.
"Ah, I don't believe you know Mister Slice," Halstead introduces.
Of course. The obligatory sillily-named bodyguard. The one fragment that was missing.
"As you can see, this whole facility is custom-built for the purpose of transportation. The mule that carries our cargo varies from journey to journey - often because I forcibly 'retire' them afterwards, to cover the trail - but this place is eternal, the one consistent cog that your donation will go towards maintaining. Once you get a piece of this action, I guarantee that you will see it pay off."
"Laying the salesman routine on a little thick."
"Oh, I am sorry. I should probably show you a little more before I pump you for cash. So, what shall it be: do you want to meet today's mule, or would you rather inspect the storage facility?"
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