Carson waited outside the inconspicuous building where the board meeting was being held. He'd gleaned the location from a friend who was a regional director at UAL's local division. The friend nodded at him and Carson moved his hand across his throat. Don't attract attention to me. The friend shrugged and moved inside.
The next man who arrived at the building was Brian Southton. Brian was a very powerful figure at UAL's core, overseeing the regional meeting that day. This was Carson's chance. Straightening his smart-looking suit and tie, he stepped forward.
"Pleased to see you here!" he said, smiling widely and holding out his hand. He hoped his hand wasn't as sweaty as he was nervous.
Brian nodded and shook Carson's hand. The small bug, which looked rather like a speck of dirt, distached from Carson's finger and latched onto Southton's shirt cuff. Carson breathed a sigh of relief. He stood looking friendly and shaking the hands of the board members that arrived next, and then vanished as suddenly as he had appeared.
Hopping into his car, he turned on the receiver and spent the next thirty minutes listening to the tedious greetings between bored members (no pun intended!) who would rather be somewhere else, like the golf course, and the company's annual financial results presentation, which was as usual for UAL, almost out of the ordinary. Carson cringed and almost fell asleep, until he heard what he was waiting for.
"So. How are our ops at GlideCorp going?"
"Good. Smith's had to let about 900 people go after the recent incidents."
"She didn't specify that though, or course."
"The place will be understaffed!"
" Don't worry about it. I'm sure Smith knows what she's doing."