Una was sat in her office at the Travel Agency. It was late, well into second shift, and most of the staff had gone home, leaving Una alone.

Earlier she'd sent Belloq a message: yes, Rene, I'm troubled by this turn of events, but I'd like for us to talk, all right? Come and meet me at my office. Come in through the back of the building; it's better if you're not seen. We can talk there and I assure you we won't be interrupted.

There was a bottle of cognac on her desk. Two glasses. And something in her pocket.