"Oh, don't take it personally, I know everything about everyone. It's good for business." Radon shuffled through his pockets for a moment, then produced a small card. "Radon Cobalt" the card read, "Genius, Level 10 Intelligence, Problem Solver for Hire." Radon pressed it into the palm of his associate, before pressing a button on the side of his watch. "Don't forget, Paradoxical Biography, Bookstore is on your left. Oh, and bring hand over the gun when you get there." With that, something clicked, and Radon flicked away, as if someone had turned of an old TV.
He hadn't gone far, just a block or so, into the interior of the bookstore above his safe house. The safe house itself was shielded from almost all forms of teleportation, so he couldn't just 'port in. He glanced at the bespectacled clerk at the desk. She was a nice lady, even if she wasn't much more than some wires and batteries. The clerk was a robot, made to almost perfectly mimic a pretty brunette with tortoise shell glasses. Radon called her Gina. He gave her the password, and she opened the door in the wall that lead to a simple elevator. The elevator went down to the safe house, which was essentially a mansion placed within a nigh-impenetrable force-field. Radon had the only key. The mansion was guarded by a patrol of robots, armed with plasma cannons, energy blades, and an amazing processor.