He tapped his cane idly, taking in the information the duo relayed to him. "From what I know about our assets, don't worry about extraction. If there isn't a whiteout, then I have no doubt our employer will be more than willing to create a whiteout of his own." With a few taps on his watch's face, a holographic screen appeared in between him and the Maelstrom assassins, showing them what was on his personal interface. "The chairmen," he began with a colloquialism for the council of the Black Court, "have a very big interest in Venom tech. While I have my own Christmas list, command has prioritized something very special if they ever get in contact with former VINC Assets. Any record of their dealings with InGen..." He gave the duo a wry smile. "I'm betting you can guess why, since genetic editing seems to be their whole shtick. Hell, I heard one of our contacts here bagged two samples from the Courier's own home. Deathclaw and Cazador, it said on the record." Mason said the title of Alex Wilson with disdain, almost sounding like Inferno in terms of audible hatred.