When BlackPanther nodded to Williams, he walked over to the shelves on the wall and took one of the many rolled up scrolls.

"'Tis the one... Yeah."

He went over to the big table in the center of the room and unrolled the scroll on top of it, stretching it like a baker would when working his dough. The other two helped by placing the paper weights on either side, and then Williams stretched his own hands on top of table and leaned towards the paper with an attentive expression. Both Panther and the Robot leaned, curiously from either side of their boss, and analyzed the contents of this paper and the image drawn in it.

"It's... A map?" @RobotFromTheFuture stated, more inquisitive as to the purpose than what not.

"East India Isles..." Panther read from the big label drawn on the corner of the map closest to him. "Are we going somewhere boss? Is... Is my wife half-way across the world?"

"What? Oh no, I just like looking at my old maps, makes it seem like I'm actually planning something big. Hehe. Actually..." Someone knocked on the door to the office, which made all three men turn on their heels and look back as the door opened and Furd came barging in, followed by two fat thugs, dragging suitcases each in both hands. They were sweating heavily and gasping at every step.

"I wish these had wheels!" Complained one of them.

"How about wings?" Furd laughed at them. "C'mon now, don't ye start pissin' on me nerves ye two weak-willed ninny landlubbers! Put them over here, and wait outside. Don't let anyone in."

"Alright gentlemen." Williams continued while walking up to the suitcases. "Here's the plan." He opened one of them, revealing a pile of well tucked-in dollar bills. "We're going to pay the ransom to Mister DylerTurden, for your wife's safe return."

"What? Why?" Asked Panther.

"Well, because this is a public thread to the streets, and we need to show people we're rich and powerful." 

"And we don't know where his headquarters be." Added Furd.

"And yeah. Apparently he lives in Delaware, and we can't get in there because of reasons too complicate to explain without trying to barge into very philosophical questions about the nature of our plane of existence. So here's what we're going to do..."

The three man seemed rather confused but Williams explained.

"We're going to give Mr. TydenDuler the cash he demands in exchange for your more than everything, and when we deliver the cash, we'll follow the guy who picks the dough. I'm sure he'll lead us towards where his boss is, or at least to a bigger fish who knows the location. How does that sound?"