While the Small Warehouse cell paint the van, Jack brings the crates of loot down to the Silverhand warehouse.
The guard looks at Jack in surprise as if he had not expected for Jack to be back, or at least this soon.
Both guards look puzzled but they decide to bring the crates inside. Jack is beckoned to follow. He is lead towards the office where the Silverhand gang leader is working.
"Enter" says the Leader in a Loud voice. Jack is thrust into the room, pallidly lit and hazed by Cigar smoke, and before him sat the Leader in a red leather winged office chair. The leader leaned forward in his seat
"What can I do for you?" He said, a faint smirk on his face. Upon closer inspection the man was in his mid-40s, has a narrow mustache and wore rather camp glasses. He also had a bionic Eye. He spoke with a bored Northern Irish accent.
"Please sir, I am here to represent an Organization that plans to overthrow the government, we call ourselves the Revelution Society. We are a small organization and we wish to gain links in your area of expertise. We would like to know where we can pick up recruits and find links to the black market."
"Thats a big proposition you got there" The man took a smoke from his rather large cigar, his right hand was covered by a large Silver Glove, "Well, I'm Silver Hand round here. I suppose if anyone should know these gentlemen it is I. But I don't think that I should tell you, although you have provided us with this excellent present, you must have gone through some trounle getting this. Tell ye what, you do some stuff for me, I'll tell you when and where you can find these guys. But, as a taster, I'll give you the contact to a Weapon's broker I know, Kay?"