"That's the problem. There is only one person I trust enough to ship the things. And he's pretty slow at it. So it's really my fault."

"Then I suggest better help. How about I deliever your materials."

"You would actually have time? I know I wouldn't."

"You sound suprised I have time but I do, it's pretty easy when you have resources at your disposable. But I can get the job done just give the who, what when and where." he said taking out a notepad and pen.

"Well, everything is supposed to go to Surrey, in London, England by the end of next week. Sent to Surrey's experiment house once there. A friend of mine (the only person in the room without an ID badge visible) will be able to pick it up. Is that all you need to know?"

"What's the shipment so I know how cautious to drive." he replied.

"You're safe. Drive however you wish. That's all I can say."

"I don't want to break your cargo." he implied that he was a very evasive and defensive driver.

"No chance of it. Anything that doesn't destroy you certainly won't destroy the shipment. And it could probably take a lot of things that would destroy you," she said. "So unless you are feeling particularly suicidal, I should think you would be fine. The reason things are so hard to ship is simply because of the person who is collecting it. I have to be absolutely assured for their safety. Whether it be danger from the person doing the shipping, or others."

"What exactly are you shipping? More equipment?" he asked with an arched brow and curious look that wouldn't be suffocated by anything.

"Kind of. From where you ship it to, it will be sent to a place out in the country. The very place, in fact, where I come from. And the person who will pick it up is someone I grew up with. So of course I have a small concern for their safety. Hence the reason I have to be careful."

"Well there isn't anything as to careful these days." he replied.

"Especially not when you're dealing with colleages of mine. Watch your back while your there. Not many of the people can be trusted."

Maikeru took out his pocket watch, from the age and writing on it was rather old but made especially made for him, not a single ounce of rust could be seen on it. "What time will your supplies be delivered?" he asked rather bluntly.

"Quarter to eleven at night. It isn't a major worry about time, aside from the guidelines I gave you. However, when you are to pass the shipment over to my colleage, it must be dark. That is incredibly important. It must be dark."