Two of the Lensherr men, wearing black leather gloves, step forward with a crowbar to open one of the wooden crates.

"I trust this is, as usual, to your employer's satisfaction."

The splintering of wood cracks the humid air. The two would-be inspectors take a cursory glance inside, remove a small package that looks like a white powder, then nod to their boss. He reaches into his inside jacket pocket for an envelope and hands it to the captain.

"As was agreed."