Rust off the ship

A week had passed since the Gold Lab affair. On the surface life appeared to return to normal. Businesses were safe again. The previous test subjects were taken in by Hannah. She made a crew responsible for looking after them. Making sure they had accommodation and such. However, the war wasn't over yet. While the main body of Gold Labs had been destroyed, the mole in Hannah's agency hadn't been weeded out yet. Now was the time to strike before the mole began the cycle again.

If Hannah hoped to get ahead of the curve, now would have been a good time. Plans were already being set in motion to try and continue the 'glorious work of Gold Labs'. It hadn't been easy for Alana since the mole had gone dark and not left a trace of themselves anywhere.

Someone else had found the mole's trail for them.

A man sat in a rustic bar nursing a neat glass of whiskey. Music played softly, patrons smoked and laughed behind him. Everyone going about their business. A woman with large sunglasses and a bob hairdo plonked a briefcase next to him and sat down.

"Did you bring the payment?", he asked with a brusk voice.

"Yep. All 100 mil. Right there", the woman replied as she slid onto the stool at the bar.

"100 mil? That's not enough to flee the country-"

"I don't want to flee the country. I want rebuild Gold Labs. All the original files, right here."

The woman tapped another case that seemed to hold a laptop of sorts. The man eyed the bag eagerly, unbeknownst to the woman beside him. He smacked his lips then answered her.

"Alright. Take my advice. Use this cash. Hole up in the best hotel you can find. Then after that, I'll come round and secure you a new warehouse. Oh. And insist on cash. No exceptions."

He slid a stack of 100 dollar bills to her as he spoke.

"OK. I suppose you're gonna ask for your cut, now?", she quizzed as she scanned him from behind her huge glasses.

The man thought for a moment as he sipped his drink. He slid her a card.

"Meet me here tonight. We arrange payment then."