You were all told to meet at this location, at a certain time, on a certain day. You didn’t care who was paying, so long as they were paying. No questions asked.
You stood outside the office building in the lower districts of Seattle, not the most ideal place for a meet up, but whatever the person wanted that’s what they get.
You stood there, a group of misfit criminals. None of you knowing who the others were.
A black limousine pulls up in front you. The chauffeur gets out, opens the rear door and beckons all of you into the back.