Argent scanned the room coolly, Hawk standing a meter back and to his right. Perfect interlocking fields of fire for right-handers. Then the big razorguy nodded to me. "Good evening, Mr. Johnson," he said, gesturing to the phone. "I'd like Peg to join us, if that's all right with you." At a nod from me, tie samurai crossed to tie phone, punched in a code. The screen remained blank, but a female voice sounded from the speaker, "I'm online, Argent."