Inception - Kenzington Job

The Kenzington Job

D - An Academic Dilemma

Looking for an Extractor for assistance in straightening out an issue with some grades at my university. Will pay handsomely. All or any interested parties may contact me via email.

Job Requirements:

Reputation - 1-2

Connections - None

The campus of the beautiful New England university was sparsely populated at the moment. Most students were busy packing up to leave for their Thanksgiving break, or else already on their way.

But one student sat in an open plaza, looking restless and irritated as he awaited his company. His elegantly coiffed blonde hair was not doing well in the steady autumn breeze, and the expensive cashmere sweater was far too light and fine for the weather.

"Tch," he muttered to himself, checking his watch. "I do have a life, you know."

[OOC: When Rina finds him, she should know his name is Roger Kenzington, fyi.]

Many students passed the grand gate of New England University in hurry; one of those students, suddenly stopped where he was going as he saw a woman gracefully entered the gate and muttered.

"What a babe..."

Tall, yet not tall as average height of man; dark hair with a flavor of natural brown; she was wearing grey skinny jeans, loose white shirt on top, that revealed her fair skin and smooth shoulders gently...

Then, carefully studying eyes of the male student met her twinkling eyes. She smiled at him warmly and gave him a wink.

Embarrassed, the male student quickly turned his head away, covering his cheeks with his hands. 'What Am I Doing?' thought the student. He held his head high, gathering up all of his courage and he turned around to see the woman face to face. However, she was no longer there. Was it a dream? Nevertheless, this much he knew, the woman, who he just saw, was a beauty.


Rina arrived at the place where her client wished to see her. As he and she contacted via email, she was not sure how he actually looks like, but her client should not know how she looks like too. Well, interestingly, the client replied her email as if she was a male extractor.

She smiled playfully, imagining the surprise and the disappointment in client's face. Then she found a person, sitting alone in open plaza. A blonde, with a quality sweater. With irritation, he muttered, checking his watch. "I do have a life, you know." Rina shook her head, and smiled. 'I have a life, too.'

She came from his behind, whispering to his ear. "You are Mr. Kenzington?" then she sat beside him, close, but not too close, yet not far. "Nice to meet you in person. I am Rina, Alexandrina Valente, your extractor."

She gave him a warm smile, and she continued. "And I am sorry for being little late, had trouble finding my way here." She gently crossed her legs, "So what can I do for you, Mr.Kenzington?" She gave him one more gentle smile and waited for his reply.

Roger jumped in his chair, looking annoyed at being startled. When he caught sight of the lovely young woman sliding into the chair beside him, however, his expression changed significantly. Leaning back in his chair, he eyed her with apparent interest, eyes roving over the Extractor's body.

"I didn't know they made them in your model," he murmured, smirking. "Rina, is it?"

Roger checked his watch, then grimaced and turned back to the Extractor.

"All right, I don't have that much time. I have a flight to catch back home. So let's get down to business."

Glancing around the plaza to make sure they were not being overheard, Roger pulled out a picture from his bag and handed it to Rina.

"Miranda Duval," he said, sneering down at the picture. "Pretty hot for an old woman, but a total b*tch."

The picture had obviously been hastily taken during a class, as the image was slightly blurred. The woman, however, could still be made out. Her blonde hair was done up in a French braid, and looked to be about 40 years old. She appeared slim in her grey pantsuit, and although her expression was serious, her eyes were full of intelligence and life.

"She accused me of cheating on the last sociology exam," Roger muttered, picking at a nail. "After she'd already listened to rumors that I was buying homework assignments. Now she's going to get me expelled from the university for academic dishonesty if she has her way with it. You have to get some dirt on her so I can hold it against her. Otherwise, my dad will kill me for tarnishing the family name."

Roger didn't seem overly concerned with his reputation; more likely, he just didn't want to deal with the hassle that would ensue from his scandal.

"Anyway, I have to leave for my flight," he said, grabbing his bags and standing up. "She's going to go to the dean after fall break, so you'd better make sure you're done by then. I'll be checking in to make sure things are going right."

Without so much as a goodbye, Roger turned his back on Rina and left toward the limo that had pulled up for him.

William reach outwards from his bed, feeling around for the pencil he had dropped. It had been there only a moment before. After a while he finally gave up on looking for it with just a hand a opened his eyes to the sight of his room bathed yellow in the light of the sun. Yelling out as the light pierced his eyeballs he rolled backwards and off the other side of his bed, the thin summer sheets remaining tangled with him and followed.

William remain like that for a while, until his door opened and in walked his housekeeper. She walked right though the piles of paper that littered the room to the window that was still covered and pulled the curtains, illuminating the side of the bed where William was lying, hiding from the light.
"Mr Henrik", she said in a disapproving tone, "it is far too late in the day to start screaming and crushing about. Now please change your cloths and come downstairs, your lunch is still in the kitchen even if it is cold." With that she turned to the piles of paper and bent down, her back to the unmoving William, and began to collect them; using the numbers printed at the top to order them.

This took her very little time, mostly due to experience, and so not long after William had began lethargically move towards the wardrobe she took the now very tall single stack of paper out of the bedroom and down the hall to another room which was clearly an office. Placing her load on the floor she lifted up a small stack of similar paper, labelled for the next month and, moving it aside, placed the new one underneath it. This done she headed back out and walked down to the kitchen where William was sitting in front of a large table filled with food. Ignoring the man who was slowly eating she instead resumed cleaning the counter.

Arais rose from bed early, just as the sun was peaking out from under the horizon. Lazily rolling and crawling around his bed for several moments, he eventually jumped off bed. This being the only way to stop himself from immediately crawl back into his covers. Heading quickly into his bathroom, he took a quick shower. It was far too cold to stay under the stream of water too long, and he disliked using a heater. The water tended to get too hot for his liking with those things.

Once done with his shower, brushing and all, he got dressed in a dark marine sweatshirt and a pair of black shorts reaching down just below his knees. Grabbing a bottle of water from his fridge, he then went out for his usual morning jog. He'd normally go to a quiet park just a few minutes from his home, where there usually wasn't a soul present at this particular time. He quite enjoyed running through the dawn sunlight and fresh morning breeze in the quiet piece of nature that was the park by himself. It refreshed him for the day to come. Though that isn't to say he doesn't enjoy company.

Rina just watched her client left for the limo and as he left for good, Rina gently smiled. "Ah, well, Mr. Kenzington.... I accept, but I think you are going to regret that you left the job with me"

With that said, slowly and steadily, Rina stood up. Quickly and smoothly, she took the given picture of "Miranda Duval" with her, putting it away inside her pocket.

She gracefully walked towards the crowd, she blended herself into them and the eyes that were looking at her direction, lost her magically.


"Hey, Alex! Long time, no talk!" said Rina's friend, Alicia; Alicia sounded cheerful and that made Alex relaxed.

"Yup, it's been long time. How's everyone?" Gently and carefully, Rina asked.

"Everyone is doing good. We are taking really easy jobs here, nothing too complex. Your brother is now working ordinary job like you wanted...."

Then there was an awkward silence; When Alicia spoke again, her voice started to sound teary.

"Gosh, Alex.... Everyone misses you. When are you coming back?" Alex smiled at that question; a smile, not for others, but to herself. She needed to be strong.

"Well, until we get the stable home for everyone in our hometown..." said Alex, trying to sound strong.

"Alex.... you don't need to do that... you can just come back... And just be with us..drink with us....have fun with us....Isn't that enough?"

Rina's vision suddenly became blurry, she quickly wiped it off. "You know that it's not enough. I mean it's going to take awhile with Zach's leadership. The crew won't find big money. He won't take risks."

Alex cleared her throat, "But I feel like if I work with these people.... I might find some job that pays me well enough. Enough to get everyone a stable place to stay....."

"Alex..... you are taking this too.." Rina cut Alicia, "Too serious? Well, I need to find people for the job... Chat with you later. Keep the crew safe, Alicia."

Alicia sighed, "Talk with you later, Alex..." Rina smiled as she heard friend's sighing. 'You worry too much, Alicia' thought Rina as she hang up the phone.


The Dream-Share Network, where all professionals share their information. And now, Rina was one of them. She was still in beginning tier; however, she is fine with that. Her ex-boyfriend, however, was completely in different tier. Rina stared at her laptop for awhile, then sighed; she scrolled down, and came to the name that sounds familiar, 'William Henrik'

"Wasn't he a writer?" muttered Rina, "Interesting. An architect... Well, I guess I could give him a message..."

Then the next name that stopped her scrolling was "Arais Noir"; it was not the familiarity , but uniqueness of the name. "A Forger..." muttered Rina. She stretched her back and lean on her comfortable desk chair. "I guess those two will do?" Then as if she realized she forgot someone.

"The point-man."

Messages were sent, and Rina waited for their reply.


Message sent by "A1225"

"Hi, I am an extractor and I want to form one time crew to do the job. Pay will be divided equally."
"Meet me in the bar called 'Drunken Dragon' in Springfield, Massachusetts, at 10 p.m, tomorrow."

Arais returned home a good hour after he left. He'd worked up quite a sweat, and was now drying off after a more proper shower, as the temperature had risen to a comfortable level now, and he was feeling a bit sticky. Once dried off and dressed, he then goes about fixing himself some breakfast. Of course it wasn't anything fancy. Just some chocolate cereal and nice cold milk.

As he ate, he checked for any messages using his 'work phone'. A bit surprised to find he certainly did have mail.

Nexius wrote:

Message sent by "A1225"

"Hi, I am an extractor and I want to form one time crew to do the job. Pay will be divided equally."
"Meet me in the bar called 'Drunken Dragon' in Springfield, Massachusetts, at 10 p.m, tomorrow."

"Hmm.... Been a while since I've done a job. Sounds fun"

His ever-present small grin bloomed to a full smile. He'd get to have some fun starting the next day. But that'd for then. For now, he had to finish his breakfast and get ready to head off to that martial arts dojo he signed up for the other day. It was one of his latest whimsical decisions, and besides, Martial Arts gave him a sense of freedom.


The following day, he arrived at the assigned location, wearing a black long coat, a white dress-shirt underneath, and dark blue pants, along with a pair of black sunglasses.

William was sitting in his office typing out his writing from last night, a tiresome exercise that he had to do as no one else could ever read his hand writing when he had been on a spree. Well that and as this was his livelihood he couldn't really just hand it off to some one else. Who knows what they might do with it.

With his mind drifting as he typed the words out which he could hardly remember writing William began to doze off, his head slipping down steady only for him to jerk it back up after a few seconds. This continued for over two house, his head getting further down, the jerks becoming further apart till as he almost reached the typewriter a noise went off in his draw. Startled William fully woke up and, like when he had awakened in his room, went hurling away from the desk on his chair; till it tipped up and sent him crashing into the bookcase behind him.

William was found like that an hour latter by his housekeeper, books spread out all around and over him, with his chair lying sideways on the floor a little way away. "Dear dear dear" was all she said; placing the plate of cold meats, breads and spreads on the table. Walking over to him she began to pick the books up and return them to their places on the shelf, ignoring her employer.
Once done she then returned the chair to its place before bending over William and giving him a light tab on the shoulder. "Please get up Mr Henrik, you'll catch a cold if you sleep here."
A groggy sound could be heard from the man and smiling she pulled him upwards , dusting up invisible dirt on his clothes. Leaving the man alone she left the room, after all it was clear that he was okay and she still had work to do.

Left alone William looked about with blurry eyes before heading to his desk and pulling open the draw who's buzzing had caused all the trouble. Inside was an old flip phone, the type that no one ever used anymore with a flashing message.


Willaim moved over to an old laptop, shifting the books he had left on it, and turned it one. Despite it's age it was quickly awake and wasting very little time, he only closed the window twice, he booked himself a plane ticket to Springfield in Massachusetts to arrive at 8 p.m. Crouching down he then pulled out a black suitcase, which looked far newer than anything else in the room, and two envelopes, one holding a collection of dollars, the other his passport and other details that he would need for a trip to America. Heading towards the front door his placed the envelopes in a large coat which he then put on he scribbled a message on the blackboard next to the door before leaving.

Rina entered the bar, 'Drunken Dragon', a bar that people have misconception. First of all, it was not a Chinese bar; secondly, it was a bar that could book a room; thirdly, the room was sound proof, and it had a device that makes every electronics temporally not usable, and lastly, it was the place where blacklists, the wanted...all the criminals safely have their discussion. It was the place protected by the 'law', a place that made 'illegal' as 'legal'.

The meeting was not just to 'meet' the crew, but also to discuss. She was not going to spend too much time dealing with "Miranda Duval", but she also wanted to make sure she and her crew won't get double crossed by "Kenzington".

"Miss Valente, I booked the room for you. Just like you asked on the phone." said the owner, in Spanish.

Rina smiled gently, "Well, my guests might not speak Spanish. So do speak English like you always do." and winked.

The man nodded, and smiled back. As Rina walked away from counter, the man's eyes naturally followed Rina's rear view.

Rina was wearing light blue dress; a dress supposedly that should have revealed her back and her confident shoulders. Unfortunately, for watchers, her semi - long dark hair covered most of her shoulders, revealing only partial of her back. Even then, her rear view was definitely something people could not resist, but to watch.

As Rina turned left, she disappeared from views of many men. "And they say, flowers that cannot be touched are the most beautiful flowers in the world." An English man commented, the man in counter smiled. "Well, Sir, she is one of them. Do you have a reservation?" In English, the counter man greeted him.

Rina's guests should be led to the room that Rina had made; he was given an instruction and in the place like this, making mistake was not an option. No one wants to be killed just because they entered the wrong room.

As Rina reached her room, she comfortably sat on the center of the u-shaped sofa, gently crossing her legs. Waiting for her crew to come.

Arais casually entered the strangely-not-chinese bar. He walked straight over to a bar stool a sat down. He then called over the owner.

"My name is Arais Noir. I was supposed to be somewhere?"

He asked the man with the usual casual smile that always hung on his lips. Being directed to the room, he stood in front of it for a few seconds, putting on the white hood of his shirt, which was hidden under his coat, then fished out a pure white mask from his coat pocked, it had black slits for eyes, and red lips in a large smile. He put the mask on, then opened the door and walked inside, closing the door behind him quietly. He then bowed to the lady in blue who sat at the center of the U shaped Sofa.

"I am Arais Noir. You must be the Extractor who sent the message. It is a pleasure to meet you my lady."

With the pleasantries out of the way, he then proceeded to grab a seat. Neglecting to take off the hood and mask he'd put on.

"Ah! I forgot!"

He exclaimed with a jolt, then quickly turned around.

"and what might your name be?"

Acting as if he didn't just say that out loud. (or, you know, have a hood and mask on).

Rina smiled at the question, "So you are Mr. Noir. Nice to meet you, I am Alexandrina Valente. You can just call me Rina."

She comfortably lean her back on the sofa, "You know Mr. Noir. You can take off your mask. As your face is already known to me. Besides, this is not a meeting where we need to hide, but show ourselves. It is a job that we need to trust each other."

"But," said Rina, slightly optimistically, "It is also the night that we could enjoy." Gently her hand took the glass of red wine on the table, slowly swirling the contents in the glass. 'Interesting individual with interesting name...' She continued after a slip, facing the individual. "So, you are welcomed to be random as much as you want. But I kindly ask you not to be rude to the crews and me."

Nexius wrote:

Rina smiled at the question, "So you are Mr. Noir. Nice to meet you, I am Alexandrina Valente. You can just call me Rina."

She comfortably lean her back on the sofa, "You know Mr. Noir. You can take off your mask. As your face is already known to me. Besides, this is not a meeting where we need to hide, but show ourselves. It is a job that we need to trust each other."

"But," said Rina, slightly optimistically, "It is also the night that we could enjoy." Gently her hand took the glass of red wine on the table, slowly swirling the contents in the glass. 'Interesting individual with interesting name...' She continued after a slip, facing the individual. "So, you are welcomed to be random as much as you want. But I kindly ask you not to be rude to the crews and me."  

Arais took off the mask and hood, revealing the similarly smiling face underneath, and black eyes and hair, along with a fair-skinned face, matching the skin of his exposed hands.

"Yes, I do apologize miss Rina. Something possessed me to pull such a strange thing."

He apologized with full sincerity. He then went about ordering a large class of chocolate flavored milk. He wasn't much for alcohol. Not that he had no resistance, more that he simply didn't like the stuff.

His smile then turned completely serious for a small time, his normally slightly narrowed eyes becoming fully opened,

"Again, I do apologize for the... strange behavior. I take it we'll speak of the job once the other members of this team arrive?"

His tone was different this time. Much less lax and whimsical, much more serious. He took a sip of his drink that just arrived.

Rina gently smile, and gently she spoke to the man who had removed his mask. "It's alright, Mr. Noir." As the man apologize, she responded again with a gentle smile.

When the man finally became serious and asked about the job. She smiled, putting down the glass of red wine back on the table, uncrossing her legs.

"Yes," she replied, "We would be discussing about the job when everyone gets here." She crossed her legs gently once more and put her hands on her knee.

"Well, let me ask you something, Mr. Noir. Do you care about what is right and wrong?"

Nexius wrote:

Rina gently smile, and gently she spoke to the man who had removed his mask. "It's alright, Mr. Noir." As the man apologize, she responded again with a gentle smile.

When the man finally became serious and asked about the job. She smiled, putting down the glass of red wine back on the table, uncrossing her legs.

"Yes," she replied, "We would be discussing about the job when everyone gets here." She crossed her legs gently once more and put her hands on her knee.

"Well, let me ask you something, Mr. Noir. Do you care about what is right and wrong?"

Arais smile returned to his face. This one wasn't the whimsical smile he had before. This time, it seemed more focused.

"Haha, an amusing question to ass miss Rina. But really it depends. It would irk me quite a bit to be aiding a complete, and please do pardon the language, piece of slime, in a job that would harm an innocent, or honest individual. However, it it's mostly harmless, I'd be more or less fine with it."

Arais took another sip from his glass.

"Now if I was helping someone do good, certainly I'd be much more enthusiastic, though, as it IS work, I'd still work just as hard on any job that didn't involve directly bringing true harm on an innocent. What about YOU, madame?"

Arais then turned the question back on Rina, not out of spite, but simply to carry on the conversation, gazing directly into her eyes.

"Well, señor, I do enjoy helping others." Rina did not avoid Arais' gaze; Rina's twinkling eyes met Arais', "However, both of us know, it is highly unlikely that innocent has money to ask for dream sharers."

Rina comfortably lean on her sofa; her eyes still looking straight at Arais', "But, what if there is a way to help the innocent, while you get your job done. Would you go for it?"

She asked playfully, breaking the eye contact, and lifted the glass of wine once more. She swirl its content, and she took a gentle slip.

Nexius wrote:

"Well, señor, I do enjoy helping others." Rina did not avoid Arais' gaze; Rina's twinkling eyes met Arais', "However, both of us know, it is highly unlikely that innocent has money to ask for dream sharers."

Rina comfortably lean on her sofa; her eyes still looking straight at Arais', "But, what if there is a way to help the innocent, while you get your job done. Would you go for it?"

She asked playfully, and took the glass of wine once more. She swirl its content, and she took a gentle slip.

Arais stared at his glass, seemingly in thought.

"There seems to be something.... amusing going through that mind of yours, miss Rina, and it sounds like my kind of game."

Arais had a cheshire grin on his face, seeming like a cat that just had a new toy being swung in front of his face.

"Smart and beautiful, this is certainly going to be one of the more... enjoyable jobs it would seem."

His face returned to normal, but a mischievous light could be seen in his eyes.

"I don't suppose you might let me in on it before the rest arrive though?"

"Well, I can tell you that this 'easy' job, isn't going to be 'easy'." Rina smiled gently at Arais' question.

Then she turned her gaze to the door.

Yes, like what Rina just said, the job became harder to pull it off. She had mapped out the plan; however, the plan would not work if any one of them decides to back stab them. It only works if they work together as a team.

Could she be so sure that none of them would betray her? Could she be sure that none of them are just joining for the money? Everyone has different idea of what is good and bad....

Rina gracefully lifted the glass of wine, swirling the contents once more. She sipped gently and put down the glass of wine.

'I have to believe myself that I can pull it off, or else, it's going no where.'

She waited patiently for others to arrive.

Williams plane landed slightly later than scheduled, causing him to arrive at the Drunken Dragon a half hour after the planned time, not that he really cared. The after effects from the night before had already expired. Walking though the main entrance he headed straight to the bartender and placed his card on the table top, not even bothering to introduce himself. Once the man pointed him towards where he needed to go William picked his card back up, you couldn't really trust people once you got on this side of the line, and headed up the stairs, his suitcase banging on each step.

Pushing open the door to the room he looked around, taking note of the woman and man who currently occupied it only as a second thought, for the chair nearest the door. Dropping his suitcase next to him he sat down and once more placed he card on the table before taking out a cigarettes and, lighting it, started to smoke; his eyes looking blankly towards the wall opposite.

Rina startled at the entrance of the architect; before she could say anything to him, he sat down, nearest to the door. He put his suitcase next to him and left his name card on the table. "Mr. Henrik, had a bad flight?" Asked Rina gently, and added as he started to smoke. "Or is that how you say you didn't like my arrangements?"

Rina switched her crossed legs, steadily yet quick. "And... would you be offended if I tell you this is non-smoking area?"

She smiled gently, "Name is Alexandrina Valente. Nice to meet you, Mr. Henrik."

William looked over to the woman when she said his name and, in reply to her questions let out a breath and said "The flight was late and I forgot my books, this place is fine." before returning to looking at the wall, his voice monotone the whole way. Still he was listening and at the mention of it being a non-smoking area took out his lighter again and stuck the lit end of the cigarette in to a small hole extinguishing it. "Sorry, I forget that America is like that", his face now marred by a frown.
"Alexandrina, good name, I take it then that you are the leader of this band of merry men?" He added, not bothering to look back towards her, instead fiddling with a pen on a memo, drawing circles overlapping with each other.

"You can just call me Rina, Mr. Henrik. And yes, I am the extractor who contacted you." Rina smiled, even though he wasn't looking at her.

"Well, point-man is taking his time.... " said Rina gazing at the clock that was on the ceiling of the room. Well, technically, a clock that could only readable by people who comes here often. A smart design by the owner; people who tend to look up when they get bored, they could easily get mesmerized by the design of this art work.

Then the entrance was open once again. "Sorry, my plane had some issues." said the Asian male, sitting next to Arias. "My name is 'Han' and I am your point-man"

Rina gently smiled, "We know, Mr. Han. My name is Alexandrina Valente. You can just call me, Rina."

"Nice to meet you, Rina." Said Han, "And I assume you are Mr. Henrick," said Han as he pushed the card towards William Henrick. "And you must be Arias."

Rina's eyebrows were furrowed, "You know them?" Asked Rina, Han gently smiled at her. "Well, I have photographic memory and I mostly work as extractor so I had a chance to look into the network."

"Hmm, Impressive, Mr. Han." Then as the Asian male settle down on sofa, Rina cleared her throat. "Well gentlemen, I think it is time to discuss about the plan of mine." Rina took out the envelop from her bag that was under the table. "This is the subject." said Rina, taking out the picture of Miranda Duval, which was clearer than what her client had given to her. "She has an issue with our client, and he want us to get some dirt on her."

"Well what was the issue?" Asked Han, Rina gently smiled at curious Asian. "Well, our client, Mr. Kenzington is being accused of academic dishonesty by this woman. Well, he said that he is not... but, you never know..." She shrugged her shoulder gently, "And, I also have this feeling he may not pay us that well."

There was a natural, yet heavy silence in the room; a silence, implying something they did not like. "in other words, there is a possibility that he would not pay, so we are going to find what kind of evidence or dirt she has on our client while we find hers."

Rina smiled gracefully at the three gentlemen, "Of course, I would only be using that dirt of my client if he doesn't pay. But, how you are going to use that information, is up to you."

Rina gently lean on the sofa, "Ask me, if you have questions."

When the first man, the Architect Henrick walked in, Arais simply sat and watched, he'd like to see how their host and team leader would handle things. He wasn't disappointed by the... colorful, or rather the color-lacking personality of this new person. It would seem this team was full of.... 'different' people. Once the Pointman arrived, discussions kicked into full gear. Letting the others handle the discussion, he listened intently. Once it was over and the question phase began, he finally spoke.

"When do we start, and what exactly would you have me do?"

He had a big grin, as if he were a predator that just would some very tasty prey.

William nodded to the man Han when his name was spoken, the action little more than a bob like that of some one breathing. Still drawing endlessly he stayed quiet as the other three members of the band began to talk, finding it hard to really care. Well then again there was one thing that was important; what with all this talk of money.
"How much has our client said he will pay, simply to know if this is even worth our time if the best result does occur" he asked, looking away from the wall at least, his eyes strangely focused for some one who had been acting like he had.

Rina comfortably lean on the sofa, "Well, Mr. Noir, I want you to work with Mr. Han and find out about the mark, Miranda Duval. I want you to study some of the people who she interacts with. If it is possible, I want you to start as soon as possible."

As William asked about the money, Rina smiled playfully, "Well the client was quite desperate, so he accepted what I playfully suggested. Each of us will get 20 grand, if we get the job done successfully."

"So you suggested 80 grand?" Asked Han in surprise, Rina gently nodded. "Yup, just getting dirt on one individual and we are getting 20 grand each. Well, to some of you, it may not be much. But getting this much is pretty good deal, considering the job that we have to do."

Han's finger rubbed his sharp chin, "Well, I do not see why you think he would double cross us.... it seems like the client is eager to pay to get away from this situation...."

Rina gently smiled at Han's remark, "Well, that's what I want you to find out. I want you to find about Miranda Duval and our client, Roger Kenzington. Put Miranda Duval as your priority."

Gently Rina switched her crossed legs, "Then find out about Roger Kenzington."

Han slowly lean on sofa, making himself relaxed and comfortable. "So the discussion is over?"

"Well, you also need to find out the places where Miranda Duval usually goes to and where she is comfortable, and pass the information to Mr. Henrik, so he can work on the layouts of the dream world."

Han eyebrows furrowed, "layouts?"

Rina gave him a nod, smiling weakly, "Yes, we are going to have two layers. One for getting the information of academic dishonesty and the next level we will get the dirt on her."

Rina gracefully stood up from her seat, "Well, what we will get first is interchangeable." The mesmerizing figure gracefully walked towards the door. "The drinks are on me, gentlemen. So do drink to your hearts satisfaction. But be responsible and do not use tonight as your excuse for not working tomorrw."

She gently opened the exit, and before she completely disappears from gentlemen's sight. She added politely, "And, Mr. Henrik, if it is possible, do check on some of the buildings' details and do visit New England University, the details of that university might play huge role."

The door was gently shut, leaving three men in one room. Han stood up. "Well, it seems like I need to go and start digging, wasn't expecting to dig for two people. I will be seeing you soon, Mr. Noir and I will see you when I have proper information of her habitat, Mr. Henrik." The Asian offered handshakes to gentlemen and left the room.