The Lucky Penny

[Zapp]

He wore sunglasses. That much was sure. Around six-foot even, jet-black hair combed with scrupulous care, facial expression made of stone, black business suit. Blue tie. He was corporate, alright, and he was standing in front of the desk of the CEO of Universal.

"Reports say that Gold 11's shipment has been recovered. When the lock was blown, it set off alarms all over the gorramn place." The CEO was almost wheezing. He was getting old, alright, balding even. Gray business suit, sharp blue eyes. Old but still in the game.

His eyes narrowed. "I take it you understand what a PR coup this could be if information on the shipment leaked, correct?"

"Yes sir, I've read the report." And what a report it had been - top secret government stuff, and as far as he knew only three people had ever laid eyes on it: the person that wrote it, the CEO, and him.

"Then you know what's..." he paused, taking a deep breath, then continued, "at stake. Ends justify means, remember that. I want that cargo back in our hands."

The man in the black suit smiled - like a wolf - and said, "Of course, sir. Whatever it takes."

He walked out of the room. The CEO sat back behind steepled fingers. This could be the beginning of the end of him. Time to make some backup plans.