An ordinary conference room, long table, four men in suits. Their names don't matter. Call their leader Cooper.
    "How have things been going?"
    "So far, the plans are in decent shape," a second man answered. "We have the file on Prentice, but he's vanished. He's not in any records anywhere."
    "He's still in town," the first man snapped. "He must have a phone number."
    "Unlisted."
    "Records."
    "There aren't any."
    "Taxes?"
    "Not that we can find."
    "Shit," he slapped the table. "We know he exists."
    "We have no tangible proof of that," the other pointed out, somewhat sheepishly.
    "All right, put that one aside. Just—stick a pin in it." He drew an exasperated breath. "The rest of it?"
    "Looking good." He seemed relieved by the new topic. "As stated, we've removed their support structures."
    "Good. Let's move on with the next phase." He smiled. "Kick the legs out from under them."

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