James Rodriguez

The money was exceptional.

The job aligned with my skill set.

The risks seemed manageable with proper preparation.

My instincts warned me Wilson wasn't being entirely forthcoming, but that was standard with private contracts.

I'll need the contract now, not tomorrow.

I met his gaze with specific extraction protocols and emergency contingencies in writing.

Wilson opened a drawer and removed a leather portfolio, sliding it across the desk without hesitation.

Already prepared, page six covers extraction procedures.

Page eight details emergency protocols, including medical evacuation.

The immediate production of the document confirmed he'd been confident of my acceptance before I arrived.

I took my time reading each gauge, noting specific clauses about confidentiality and intellectual property rights.

The payment terms were clear.

Half on departure, half on successful return.

After 20 minutes of silent reading, I placed the contract on the desk.

I'll need a copy for my records, of course.

Wilson produced a pen.

Do we have an agreement?

Mr. Rodriguez.

I took the pen, aware of its substantial weight.

Custom made.