The overweight pilot leered down at Finn and Anonymous.
“And who might you be?” he asked. Truly, he had no idea why they made weekly rounds to the island, nor did he know what he carried inside the copter. He assumed that it was something important, however, and he was paid enough that he could pretend he was high and mighty.
Finn glanced over at Anonymous and paused. He flipped a wrench out of his belt.
“Power troubles on floor 40. Had to fix it, you know.” He grinned feebly.
“Uh-huh,” the pilot said, not actually knowing if this might be a credible answer or not, due to his complete lack of knowledge on the building itself. Then again, there was a suspicious character to the right of this guy…
Anonymous whipped a slim Beretta underneath the pilot’s chin. “Suspicious character” was now lifted to “obvious threat.”
Finn did the talking. “Oh, that’s my friend. Don’t worry, he doesn’t bite. He has much more painful ways of doing things.”
Under his mask, Anonymous smiled.