Ben Krieg wore jeans and a button down t-shirt when he slid around the corner into the back alley. There were some things he knew because of parts of his job that he found less pleasant than others. This was one of them, although this was not business. When supply chains broke down in the UEO for certain things, he knew how to get them. He just didn't necessarily like the people he had to deal with to do it. A dark figure in black sweat suit and hoody approached him from behind.
"How do you like that new-fangled gadget?" the stranger asked.
"Better than the old-fangled gadget," he replied evenly.
"What is the UEO doing with what I sell?" the man asked.
"The UEO can't find out about this. This is strictly personal," Ben answered, getting a little nervous.
The man handed him a cooler, and he handed the man an envelope of cash. The man quickly opened it and counted it. "Thank you very much," he said, when he was satisfied that it was the agreed upon amount.
"Thank you," Ben answered, then walked away. He finally had it. One completely illegal, delicious, nutritious hamburger.