Marcos walked out the mall and went in his car. He saw through the side mirrors his men dragging a man who's head was in a bag. Marcos knew immediately that it was Harlan.
Marcos reached in his bag and got out a device. He plugged it in his phone and called up a contact.
Marcos: Delvey, Marcos here.
A voice replies.
Delvey: What is it Marcos? It's like what? Eleven in the evening? Why you calling at this ungodly hour?
Marcos looked in the blank space.
Marcos: The man you talked about... here's here.
...
Delvey: Harlan Brandle?
Marcos: Yes. He's here. I just met him.
Delvey: And is everything going accordingly?
Marcos: Yes. All according to plan.
Delvey laughs.
Delvey: Good. You know what you have to do next.
Marcos: Yes ma'am.
Delvey: See you soon, Marcos.
Delvey ends the call. Marcos puts the phone back in his coat and sits there, thinking.
Eventually, the car comes to a stop. Marcos gets off at the apartment building and walks in alone. He rides the elevator up and exits it. He unlocks his room, checks his computer, gathers a few files, and leaves. As he rides the elevator down, Marcos checks his watch and chuckles.
Marcos: All according to plan.