"I know what they're talking about," Ben said with a sigh. "I don't want to know but I do." He pointed at one of the monitors that showed the dining room. "In that room are our normal patrons who have know idea they are eating in the same room as two known hit men for one of the Russian families. Neither of them have weapons because I patted them down when they arrived with the rest of their group," he tapped the monitor he had been paying close attention to. "Who are talking to a group of Romanian businessmen about cargo ships."

Ben looked over at Will. "And I would rather not get into what type of cargo they are talking about. I'd rather you not know."