>Okay, let's do it.
>"Fine, fine."
>Let's accept the offered seat and try not to freak out too badly.
>Turn off and lock the car too !
>"I'm getting in first," Archer sends to you.
>You leave your vehicle, and climb into the limo. The interior is plush and soft beyond anything you've felt in a vehicle before. There is more than enough room to stretch your legs without hitting the other seat. As you sit down, your door closes on its own, and the limo slowly begins to roll down the street. Sitting opposite of you, barely illuminated in a dim car light shining behind him, is an older man with glasses. His age is hard to guess at, but he is certainly in his 60s at least. He has a full head of hair, short and immaculately coiffed, with a clear part following his left temple.
>"I will get directly to the point," he says. "My name is Charles Koch, and I will pay you 30 million dollars for those command seals."
>_