Bryant's mind was reeling, the resources that their assailants could draw on, the personnel available to them, their foe was turning out to be monolithic. He tried to control his breathing, bring it down to a smaller scale, a personal level.
"Ok, so let me see if I have this straight, our employer, a former member of this shell corporation who is backing Liston Pharma, approached Raleigh. We were contracted to transport a drop, from party unknown, back to our employer. This unknown party, contracted an independent courier to bring the drop to Washington Rec, where they were to transfer said drop to myself." He paused, and wished to hell he had a whiskey in his hand. "A third party, presumably Sampson, contracted a retrieval team, possibly through the St Petersburg Merc Network, to obtain the drop that, our employer, the former Sampson board member had wanted possession of. On a time table the Sampson mercs hit our employer, the courier office, Washington Rec, and when they got wind that Rowe had survived with only verbal confirmation of the drop, they hit Mercy as well."
He pondered, "So whatever is in that drop, is vital to Sampson, perhaps something that the retired board member was going to use to blackmail the board, to secure his own safety, or bring to his corp to make it from mid-manage to a boardroom seat in Renraku. Knowing who and what we're up against is sound tactics, but if we want to be able to get out from under this we need to find out what the hell the drop was."
He raised an eyebrow, looked up, scanning the assembled faces, "Am I missing anything?"