A rap at the door broke the post-meeting silence. No. 5, closest to the door, stood and opened it for the front hall manager. A messenger stood behind him, who was announced as a Picketter. The messenger offered the small black package to No. 5 who looked to the Boss. She nodded, he took the box, and closed the door to the hall. The Boss sighed.
"Is that the package."
"Must be," and the room's assumptions were confirmed as No. 5 opened the package to find a small computer chip and USB stick cushioned inside.
"And with those two just leaving. The Picketters timed that purposefully." No. 2 spoke up.
"They knew we wanted to keep our interests separate, and the Institute in the dark. What're they playing at?"
"Time will tell," No. 3 replied. "It's enough for now to know that they have their own agenda involving the Institute. We'll have to keep our ears to the ground as things develop."
The Boss reached for her necklace and unhooked the small keychain strung there. A pointless memento at a glance, but she opened a hidden panel on a side wall using it, to reveal a safe. The package and contents all went into the safe. Just in time too, as a loud crack shot through the room. A capsule clattered across the meeting table, spewing black smoke.
The room sprung into action, the silent guards along the meeting room walls running to secure the window, pulling gas masks into place. The Boss and her elites exited quickly and efficiently for deeper rooms in the manor.
"It'll be the Catchers. They know."
"If they do, we have the Picketters to blame."
Rapid accusations shot through the group, Boss and her No. 1 silent throughout the progress to their secure offices. There were more players than the Catchers or Picketters, and the Boss was almost certain they would be meeting a new one in the coming days.