At first, he and his gang planned to just take the money and disappear. In the Fringe, where people from all sorts of places and shady characters from both inside and outside the city mingle, it's hard to track anyone down.
Especially if that person is visiting the Fringe for the first time.
But this? This idiot is different! Easy money like 600,000 doesn't come every day. The fool offered so much that not trying to fleece him for everything he had would almost be considered impolite!
"Hey guys! We've got a big client today," Red Vulture said excitedly to his comrades inside their hideout.
"A big client or a big sheep!?" one of his comrades joked, drawing laughter from everyone in the room.
The hideout wasn't large, just a simple 11 square meter (120 square foot) room. Inside were three workstations, each with three to five mismatched monitors and various pieces of monitoring equipment. A stack of jury-rigged servers was held together by duct tape and an improvised rack.
