They took him to a big metal pull barn that was the size of a hangar. Inside the air was cool and dry like they were air conditioning and de-humidifying all day, everyday.

Their footsteps echoed across the empty space. He thought of how his ex girlfriend would obsess over demarcating their living room so that it wouldn't be one giant, open space. He never understood it. But standing here he could see the benefits of demarcation.

At the center of the empty space was a table with a black brief case. He had expected there to be a sort of lock but the skinnier guy opened the suitcase without any intervention. This reminded him that even the door to the pull barn had not been locked. The bigger guy had rotated the long stainless steel knob and pressed down.

Few sheets of paper came out of the briefcase. They were handed to him but folded in a way so that he would easily be able to skim to the 2nd to final page.

"Sign this. This is an RNDA. Reverse NDA. It'll give you the right to discuss the detials of blue-3 legally with just our representee."