She knocks on a beaten wooden door in an alley. There is no answer except a single knock back. She waits, delivers three knocks, then two then one. The door opens.
"Hello Jinto, I need your help." Pierce is inches from a man with a thick red beard, even thicker but darker hair and tiny, circular glasses. The man lets her into the room where men sit, weapons are exposed and bomb making materials are being sorted. Jinto shuts the door.
END