On his rounds delivering meals to the members of the Merks, his final stop was at the office of none other than Merk, the leader of the Merks and owner of the club.
He peered in through the window of the office door and then, seeing it was empty bar the woman herself, let himself in quietly.
Merk, the owner of the club and several other businesses she used as cover over the breadth of the community, sat behind a large oak desk.
In front of her, surrounded by a plethora of books and pieces of paper, was a strange instrument made up of a series of rods lined up next to one another and strapped to a board.
The woman was in her professional outfit. She wore what was essentially a mens suit, with her usually wavy long her tucked up into a ponytail.
The woman also wore no mask.
The employees of the club, those that actually had permission to go to her office, were far too well paid to even think of turning on her.