A figure in a black suit looked over the files of the two men he was thinking about hiring. He was sitting in the back room of a nightclub in downtown Seattle. The first was recommended by the Yakuza as the proper mixture of competence and disposability. A hacker who was competent enough to get the job done, but not good enough to screw him and get away with it. The second was a rather unsavory character. Known as "Reaper", a cliche'd alias, but nonetheless apt. He looked like an amoral bastard who would probably turn on his own sister if the price was right, convenient if he had to liquidate the team quickly. The man didn't foresee any big complications from the job, but it never hurt to be prepared. Deko was the first to arrive, wearing casual wage-slave wear of a white-collared shirt and black slacks. He was obviously Japanese and carried himself very passively with relaxed facial muscles and a bit of a slouch. "You are Mr. Johnson, yes?" The man asked, his voice deferential in tone.