Vanessa crossed her arms and stared at the screen. "We need to look for a weak target first. Someone who won't raise any alarms if we snoop around."
Liam adjusted his position, his arms folded. "You already have someone in mind, don't you?"
Vanessa nodded and tapped on the keyboard. A profile popped up on the main screen.
"His name is Arthur Collins," she said flatly.
Dickson leaned in. Liam took a step closer and studied the data pulled up on the guy. There wasn't much. He was in his early fifties, managed a small group of businesses: two laundromats, three mid-range restaurants scattered across the city. Family money was keeping him afloat more than anything else. No military background, no advanced security records, no major affiliations that would make him dangerous. Just another rich man who got lucky with inheritance.
"He looks soft," Liam said.
"Real soft," Dickson added with a smirk, cracking his knuckles. "So that's our guy? When are we heading out?"
