“You’ve got one of those ‘I told you’ faces. Not sure I like that,” The man growled the words more than spoke.

“I don’t,” an imitation cowgirl said. “And if you really don’t like it you can leave. I don’t know why you were hired for this job anyway.”

A debonair man strolled into the warehouse. “Because he’s the only one that can fly a plane,” He gave a firm shake to the man and kissed the petulant girl before kneeling before the old woman in the corner. “Have they been treating you well, Marie?” The old woman didn’t stir in her chair.

The bearish man grunted and nodded towards a richly supplied corner of food and medicine. There was an unused hospital gurney stowed on the side. The sheets were neat and tidy. The well kept man ran a finger over the sheets. “We’ve moved onto the next stage. Vincent, do you have everything ready for transport?” The big man grunted a yes. “Good. We’ll get you on the next plane to Zurich.” The girl’s eyes could have burned cement as she followed the conversation.

“You’re not going to leave me here again, are you? Lucien, I’m not going to sit on the sidelines for this.”

“Fine, fine. Just don’t get in the way,” Lucien said with a twist of his hand.

The following afternoon saw the motley trio shielding their eyes from a harsh Swiss sun as it scowled above the mountains. Lucien slipped a pair of sunglasses on and placed a call while Vincent and Annie shifted awkwardly on the tarmac. A car appeared within five minutes. They stepped into the back and found themselves standing in front of a bank thirty minutes later.

“Right. This is where the real work begins,” Lucien said starting towards the steps. Annie traded a confused look with Vincent, who shrugged and followed after Lucien.

“Fucking hate that smug shit.” She followed after, narrowly dodging a harried secretary carrying coffees.