"Mainly because I wanted the best. You know as well as I do, my usual crowd's not exactly known for their... discretion, when it comes to revenge. And while fucking our competitors over is the general idea, we don't want to start some kind of war. Just get our product back."
Hardison swallowed, more obviously than he would have liked. "What kinda product?" Pietro had to smile.
"Electronics, out of Japan. Some of the new Mirasols, medical grade computers, things like that. I'm glad he managed to get you to come along- we could use your expertise."
"And just how-?"
Pietro waved a hand. "You're not the only competent researcher, Mr. Hardison. I have connections,"