12:30, Dec 12th. Miami Disney Cruise Docks.

"Why the enfer are we meeting this early?" Grogally said by me.

"Stay up late?" Tom Mc. Dicknose said.

"Sure... Yeah. That. Anyway, where the 'guy' I'm looking for?"

"Look, I can't honestly keep doing this. I'll give you whatever you need if you just tell me what the heck you do with this stuff. I'm helping you do god knows what, probably something VERY illegal... Look, I need to know what the hell you're doing with this stuff."

I let out a hefty sigh. It's either tell him the truth, or a half truth.

"I uh... Work in a bookstore? Also a burger joint somedays. Occasionally with with a Terroriste group."

"Uh-huh. Riiiiiiggghht... Are you joking orrrr...?" He said. There's a hint of confusion.

"Just joking... I'm just trying to make a profit for myself. I work alone."

He lets out a sigh and hands me a folder full of documents. I gave a quick look though of it. Seemed to just be warehouse.

"So, what's in there?" I say to him.

"What you're looking for. The guy should be in there. Maybe just some of his lackeys. Never know with these guys."

"Alright. I better go, can't sit still for too long now a'days."

"Wait, Phil. You'd be doing me- no, US a real favor if you actually take down this guy. A lot of people in the field have been lost due to this guy. Lost a few friends from him myself." There was some sadness in his voice... I knew I had to say something, but I can't make any promises.

Another Sigh came from me.