Neil stood looking out the window of the Hotel 71 penthouse suite as two black range rovers pulled up to the entrance below. This was where Rick had scheduled the meeting with the Russian spokesperson, Grigoriy. Partly to accommodate the Russians, and partly to impress them, Neil agreed that it was the best place to host the meeting. Neil saw something out of the corner of his eye and out of instinct tensed up, looking over at the two buildings that were eye-level across the way. However he quickly relaxed when he remembered that his team had already cleared both buildings for sharpshooters. The Murrays had become extremely cautious, after numerous attempts on their lives.
He turned his back on the window and looked over at Rick. The man looked a tad nervous, but quickly quelled any fears with a swig of his flask. Outside, he heard a murmur of voices, and then the door opened. It was one of the guards that Neil had posted at the door.
"Sir," he said, looking back outside the door at someone unseen.
"Thank you, let them in," Neil replied, straightening his collar and moving closer to the door. About half a dozen members of the Russian mob entered the penthouse, some fanning out at the door. An older bearded man, as well dressed as Neil was stepped forward and introduced himself as Grigoriy Vasilyev.
"A pleasure, Mr. Vasilyev. I'm Neil Murray," The ECS leader said, shaking the man's hand. "If you wouldn't mind, I'd like for your guards to wait outside. No tricks - it'll just be me and Richard," he gestured toward the warehouse manager, "Inside as well. Anyone else you want to discuss with, is welcome to stay as well." Grigoriy turned around and addressed his posse, uttering some words in Russian. Most of the group turned around and left; one larger man in a leather jacket looked rather angry to be left out, but left nonetheless.
Left in the room were the two ECS representatives, Gregoriy, and another woman whom Neil had never met before. She was an attractive blonde, distinctly Eastern European, and about Neil's height if not slightly taller. Rick, who until then had been leaning against the wall focused intently on his flask of whiskey, stood straight up and tried to straighten out his button-down shirt. Neil suppressed a smirk at his associate, and turned his attention back to the woman who had just introduced herself as Anastasia. Neil waved over his shoulder at the penthouse interior, and with a charming smile, said "Please, make yourself comfortable. Theres drinks at the bar, if you'd like. If not.. Let's get down to business."