[b]John Doe:[/b]

A small frown forms on John's face. Running through a mental checklist of everything that he's done recently, John ducks his head and begins to stagger slightly, swaying back and forth, bobbing up his head and down, still walking in a circuitous way towards the Big Man. Reaching into his another one of his jacket pockets, John takes out another cell phone- this one still inactivated yet. As John opened up the smooth phone case and placed the two SD cards inside the phone, taking care not to drop them. Despite looking somewhat grubby from all the handling the cards received, the two cards were among the most valuable things John owned. They kept the majority of his business contacts and passwords to various digital aliases. All contracts were copied and stored on these two cards. The amount of storage on these cards was roughly the equivalent to an entire server bank. It cost him enough money to buy a mid-sized yacht. 

The reason for John reinstalling the SD cards were two-fold. First, it had to be done, or otherwise he wouldn't be able to send untraceable phone calls. A loophole in the Polis legal system stated that no tracking or recording of information from street purchased phones for the first 8 days since activation, or 90 minutes of phone service. John had bought some proxies to run for cybernet searches from a Circuit hacker that went by the name of HOAX which he kept on the SD card. Neither of the two had met, but John had hired him a few times via another proxy to provide digital trails for some of his aliases. He had done a good job, shame he had disappeared.

The second reason was that as John was reminiscing about long-gone Circuit hackers, steadily setting up his new-yet identical phone, he had been giving everyone the impression of a strung out opiate addict playing with his phone while he walked around during a high. John had sucked his cheeks in, giving him the impression of gauntness. Those his fingers were clean, they shook as they played with the phone. He dragged his suitcase listlessly, making sure to keep it on one wheel the entire time. Of course, his clothing was too clean for it to pass anymore than the slightest of scrutiny, but he wasn't too concerned about that right now.

And instead of bee-lining towards the Big Man, John had moved around the side of the cavern, moving out of Lead Mike's range of vision. 
John continued now towards the Big Man, readying himself for unwanted conflict if it came to it. He doubted Lead Mike would feel an electric dart very much. Good thing he could shoot multiples. 

John had come just outside of Mike's striking distance when he straightened up, saying in a somewhat mocking brogue, 

"O'Henry. I dinna know what you need yer good mate John fer. What can I do fer yah, laddie?"

The looks of startled shock and sheepishness on Lead Mike's and the Big Man's face was a reminder of why John did the job he did.