Thursday 13 June 2075 0010 Stuffer Shack Seattle
Corse nods to the man who had addressed him then takes a walk over to some of the cages. "These will leave here on Saturday afternoon. As usual, we take a week off then start recruiting the next batch after that."
He points to a couple of the cages and shrugs. "I will miss some of them, but there will be others. And others." He turns to look at the man, who is likely the senior guard. "You boys doing alright?"
"Sure, Boss, no problems here. We'll have 'em all ready for the move to the delivery spot. You can count on us."
The slaver looks over to where a man appears through a door that had been closed. You can hear the sound of a toilet flushing as the man rubs his hands and smiles. "Anton, my very good friend. How are you?"
Corse replies, "I am well, Sabon." He motions to the ceiling. "You still got us covered here? We don't need anything leaking out."
The other man frowns and says, "Anton, that is not like you to doubt. No one looking will find anything out of the ordinary with the astral here. Have I ever let you down?"
Corse nods and smiles at the man then at the thugs before moving to leave the basement room. "Good, then. I will keep in touch."
He leaves the room and shuts the door behind him before climbing the stairs to the ground floor of the house. He smiles and looks happy as he heads off to what appears to be a bedroom.