One of the biggest reasons I went to Stuttgart was that it sports a large immigrant population, which is what we were looking for. Taking advantage of the high-tech culture of the Stuttgart area, we were looking for our contact in a scene that Jordan probably felt more at home in than any other we'd been in so far in Europe, a hard rock club.
The waves of immigration had blended with the German penchant for techno and hard rock throughout the nineties, giving rise to a plethora of niche clubs that catered to the different tastes around the city. We were in an American hard rock club, which had an eclectic mix of all the different local nationalities represented. On stage, what could only be described as a Pantera knock-off band wailed away.
"Their guitarist sucks," Francois yelled over the hypersonic music. "I could do a better fucking job!"
I had my doubts, but let Francois continue on. Jordan, to her credit, just sat back and enjoyed the music. I didn’t care for it, but that was due to the singer who felt the obsessive need to alternatively growl or scream his lyrics the entire time. I understand that heavy metal tends to get that way, but this guy was ridiculous. "You can definitely out-sing the man," I told Francois. "I think with a little bit of training, the three of us could replace the entire band, actually."
“They're better than some of the bands I played with," Jordan commented. “One thing is for sure, though, the beer is good. I've missed it myself."
I took a sip of my stein, which was a good proper German brew, and had to admit it was good. Vastly different from the wines of our home, it wasn’t a drink I partook in often but was willing to enjoy for this situation. Francois was keeping himself totally sober while Jordan was also taking in a single beer as well, sipping at her amber ale slowly.
I sat back with Jordan, who looked amazing in her leather pants and short-waisted jacket, purchased specifically for this trip to the club. Spending four hundred dollars for an outfit that she most likely would only wear once seemed foolish, but I enjoyed getting it for her. And the way she wore it, she oozed rock charisma. She'd turned heads from the moment we entered the club, which in a lot of ways was helpful. Anyone who remembered us would pay more attention to Jordan than to Francois and I. Deception is just as important as stealth when it comes to being a thief.
Our contact arrived about twenty minutes late, much like I'd expected despite my earlier griping. Looking totally out of place in a hard rock setting, his pink shirt and khakis made him look more like a tourist from Miami than a rock aficionado in a Stuttgart club, but we'd worked together before. "Hey, didn't think you'd be working again so quickly," the American said. He said his name was Alex, I didn't believe him, but his work was quality. "Interesting job, not too many buildings with the requirements you sent me."
"It's a good system for sure," I said. Alex was our computer cracker. He gave us software that allowed us to tunnel into a target's computer systems and reduce the effectiveness of those systems. It didn't eliminate all of the risks, but it at least took part of the equation out of the way. With the physical challenges of the Arab center, we needed even more, a total throttling of the computer-based systems that wouldn't look at all like a takeover. We needed to mask everything in the system and do it without the human guards noticing. "Within your capabilities, I’m sure?"
"Of course," he said, pulling a thumb drive out of his pants pocket and handing it over. "Just get within a hundred meters of the building, turn on your computer, and let this baby go to work. It should take about four to six hours before you're set."
"Thanks," I replied. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the cash we'd agreed upon. “You do good work."
"You pay good money," Alex countered as he felt the thickness of the envelope. We were passed the point of actually counting money for each transaction, as we both knew if we tried to screw over the other, not only would we be losing a profitable partnership, but that the other would engage in reparations. I shivered at the idea of a piece of cyber-dark matter like Alex turning his special blend of hell against us. "And it's a hell of a lot more interesting than my day job. Take care."
He disappeared into the crowd, and Jordan looked over. "That's it?"