Post by Scotty 'Silver Bullet' Adams on Apr 9, 2022 3:25:42 GMT
Undisclosed Location. April 8th, 2022.
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The room is lit enough to easily make out that it is some sort of private room. Perhaps inside of a house or apartment, but where that is? Nobody truly knows. In fact, all that is known is that this room appears to be decently decorated. There are pieces of art adorning the walls. Oil paintings to be exact, depicting rolling hills, country sides and farms. All framed in metallic picture frames painted different shades of white and blue.
There is also a table and chairs sort of set up. Kind of like you would see in the vast majority of homes. There are four chairs in total set up around the table, positioned in a cross or plus sign formation. At the head of the table --- alone --- sits a woman. In front of her, are about twelve pieces of paper placed one on top of the other. As if they were some legal paperwork, or just paperwork in general. Rubbing her jaw, the woman scans through them as she takes a sip of coffee from the white cup that she is holding in her right hand, before placing it on the table.
**Flick**
She flips the page over, revealing the next page before gently placing the paper down. Interrupted by the faint sound of her phone's ringtone playing. Reaching into her pocket, she pulls the phone out, placing it to her ear.
"Hello," she remarks, waiting for whoever it is on the other end to respond.
*Inaudible*
"Yeah, I'm free. What cha need?" She responds, making sure to keep the name of whoever is on the phone to her out of her mouth. For even though she has made this place as secure, she knows information can get out and that eyes and ears are everywhere.
When you're around fame and in the public eye long enough, it becomes second nature to be paranoid about who might be listening in on conversations. Watching you, no matter where you are. Yes, this woman is somebody who is to some extent --- famous.
*Inaudible*
"I got it yesterday. Been reviewing it most of today; making sure that it's water tight. Can't let anybody poke holes into it." Her voice is stern as she looks back downward. Fixated on the pieces of paper.
*Inaudible*
"Don't worry. They won't find out before it's time. I've made sure everything is top secret and confidential. You should know this is far from my first rodeo." This time, her response is deadpan. To the point yet reassuring at the same time.
She knows that whoever it is she is talking to, wishes as much as she does to make sure this plan goes off without a hitch. Otherwise everything they have planned. Every little detail that they have mapped up will go up in smoke. and it'd be as if nothing occurred. It is why they are operating via burner phones and private e-mail addresses. It's so they are quite literally untraceable. Keeps the nosy people off their scent as well - especially when this is a somewhat time-sensitive issue. Something that is best captured in a small pocket of time, without anything to sully it.
*Inaudible*
"It's watertight." She states.
*Inaudible*
"Yes. I even ran it by the court earlier. There's no way for them to wriggle out of it." her response delivered in an assertive manner, it shows how much effort she has put into this.
How much of a fine tooth comb she has run through it, to ensure that nobody can pick it apart. Softly tapping the paper, she continues to listen to the voice on the other end of the phone.
*Inaudible*
"I'll send it through tomorrow."
*Inaudible*
"It's no issue at all. I'll talk to you then."
With those words, she pulls the phone away from her ear and hands up. Returning to reading the pieces of paper and reviewing them. Ensuring that they are as water tight as she claimed they are.
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Undisclosed Location. Shortly after the call.
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"She said it's done."
A woman can be heard stating this to somebody, though it cannot be seen who that is. The surroundings themselves are shrouded in darkness.
"Good. Now, we play the waiting game." The second person responds. It's a man - who appears to be happy the plan has been started. "She say anything else?"
"She said she'll send it tomorrow and that it's water tight." The woman replies. A hint of joy in her voice.
A small smile crosses the man's face upon hearing that.
"I wouldn't expect any less." His tone is business like in nature, as he continues. "Tell the airport to book a jet for the 13th."
"You planning on going?" The woman asks, somewhat surprised by that.
He shakes his head. "Ho," he affirms. "-You- are."
Taken aback, the woman simply smiles. As much as she is feigning horror and shock, she knew this was the intended plan from the start.
It's why -she- has been the one handling everything to do with this and not him. He has remained in the shadows, the mastermind behind it all yet hands off. Only a small piece of the overall puzzle. Just the way it needs to be to keep everybody in the dark.
"Okay. So, meet her at the airport?" She inquires. Making sure they're sticking to the initial plan.
"Yes. I'll text her Monday." he states, confirming it. "Oh," he remarks.
"Yeah?"
"Make sure that they know -exactly- what this is about."
Nodding, the woman turns to head off as the man sits back. Knowing that it is all falling into place.
END.
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The room is lit enough to easily make out that it is some sort of private room. Perhaps inside of a house or apartment, but where that is? Nobody truly knows. In fact, all that is known is that this room appears to be decently decorated. There are pieces of art adorning the walls. Oil paintings to be exact, depicting rolling hills, country sides and farms. All framed in metallic picture frames painted different shades of white and blue.
There is also a table and chairs sort of set up. Kind of like you would see in the vast majority of homes. There are four chairs in total set up around the table, positioned in a cross or plus sign formation. At the head of the table --- alone --- sits a woman. In front of her, are about twelve pieces of paper placed one on top of the other. As if they were some legal paperwork, or just paperwork in general. Rubbing her jaw, the woman scans through them as she takes a sip of coffee from the white cup that she is holding in her right hand, before placing it on the table.
**Flick**
She flips the page over, revealing the next page before gently placing the paper down. Interrupted by the faint sound of her phone's ringtone playing. Reaching into her pocket, she pulls the phone out, placing it to her ear.
"Hello," she remarks, waiting for whoever it is on the other end to respond.
*Inaudible*
"Yeah, I'm free. What cha need?" She responds, making sure to keep the name of whoever is on the phone to her out of her mouth. For even though she has made this place as secure, she knows information can get out and that eyes and ears are everywhere.
When you're around fame and in the public eye long enough, it becomes second nature to be paranoid about who might be listening in on conversations. Watching you, no matter where you are. Yes, this woman is somebody who is to some extent --- famous.
*Inaudible*
"I got it yesterday. Been reviewing it most of today; making sure that it's water tight. Can't let anybody poke holes into it." Her voice is stern as she looks back downward. Fixated on the pieces of paper.
*Inaudible*
"Don't worry. They won't find out before it's time. I've made sure everything is top secret and confidential. You should know this is far from my first rodeo." This time, her response is deadpan. To the point yet reassuring at the same time.
She knows that whoever it is she is talking to, wishes as much as she does to make sure this plan goes off without a hitch. Otherwise everything they have planned. Every little detail that they have mapped up will go up in smoke. and it'd be as if nothing occurred. It is why they are operating via burner phones and private e-mail addresses. It's so they are quite literally untraceable. Keeps the nosy people off their scent as well - especially when this is a somewhat time-sensitive issue. Something that is best captured in a small pocket of time, without anything to sully it.
*Inaudible*
"It's watertight." She states.
*Inaudible*
"Yes. I even ran it by the court earlier. There's no way for them to wriggle out of it." her response delivered in an assertive manner, it shows how much effort she has put into this.
How much of a fine tooth comb she has run through it, to ensure that nobody can pick it apart. Softly tapping the paper, she continues to listen to the voice on the other end of the phone.
*Inaudible*
"I'll send it through tomorrow."
*Inaudible*
"It's no issue at all. I'll talk to you then."
With those words, she pulls the phone away from her ear and hands up. Returning to reading the pieces of paper and reviewing them. Ensuring that they are as water tight as she claimed they are.
---
Undisclosed Location. Shortly after the call.
---
"She said it's done."
A woman can be heard stating this to somebody, though it cannot be seen who that is. The surroundings themselves are shrouded in darkness.
"Good. Now, we play the waiting game." The second person responds. It's a man - who appears to be happy the plan has been started. "She say anything else?"
"She said she'll send it tomorrow and that it's water tight." The woman replies. A hint of joy in her voice.
A small smile crosses the man's face upon hearing that.
"I wouldn't expect any less." His tone is business like in nature, as he continues. "Tell the airport to book a jet for the 13th."
"You planning on going?" The woman asks, somewhat surprised by that.
He shakes his head. "Ho," he affirms. "-You- are."
Taken aback, the woman simply smiles. As much as she is feigning horror and shock, she knew this was the intended plan from the start.
It's why -she- has been the one handling everything to do with this and not him. He has remained in the shadows, the mastermind behind it all yet hands off. Only a small piece of the overall puzzle. Just the way it needs to be to keep everybody in the dark.
"Okay. So, meet her at the airport?" She inquires. Making sure they're sticking to the initial plan.
"Yes. I'll text her Monday." he states, confirming it. "Oh," he remarks.
"Yeah?"
"Make sure that they know -exactly- what this is about."
Nodding, the woman turns to head off as the man sits back. Knowing that it is all falling into place.
END.