Vegas Part 2: Logistics
Annie and Auggie reviewed the documents, thanked the S&T guys for their work and headed to the final briefing. Joan, Stu and Barber were already there.
"Nice shots Auggie," Joan commented as a company portrait of Marvin Williams filled the wall of the briefing room.
"I'll have to take your word for it," he grinned.
"Fabrication has completed the website and Stu has created enough faux traffic for the past 3 years to make it legit. We also have Linked In and Facebook profiles for both of you," Joan noted as she skipped ahead to a Facebook page for Annette Williams, complete with the vacation photo of her looking adoringly at Auggie with a fake Hawaii in the background.
"That looks very real, we need to go to Hawaii," Annie noted.
"The photos came out great," Joan agreed and moved through Annette's Facebook page to find the wedding shots.
"You were married 4 years ago on June 21st in Long Island, Crestwood Country Club," Joan flipped through some stock shots of Crestwood and a random crowd of people clearly at a wedding and then there they were Auggie in a tux and Annie in a wedding dress.
Even when she was putting the dress on she hadn't thought about it, but looking at it now it was striking, how beautiful they looked, how right.
"Wow," it was out of her mouth before she could control herself.
"What?" Auggie asked.
"Nothing, umm, Marcus got some good shots," and she was right there were posed photos and then Marcus had encouraged them to just be casual.
As Joan moved through the photos there was one of Annie laughing as Auggie smiled down at her, it was the most open and honest fabrication photo Joan had ever seen.
"Now we expect that you will be noticed rather quickly. We have you in the most expensive suite at the Bellagio and already have a spot in the highest stakes public poker room for you tomorrow night. These guys are hitting the high rollers pretty quickly, inviting them into a private game that happens every Wednesday night. We hope you will impress them enough tomorrow night to make next Wednesday's game, but we are committed to keeping you in play longer if necessary," Joan highlighted the file Annie had already read.
"We want you in the Wednesday game because it appears to be the only time the whole team is together, you can get the compound into a bottle of vodka and it will be the most efficient way to distribute it."
"Once in their bloodstream, the compound will adhere to their DNA and give us real time bio feedback and tracking. We will be able to identify which Chechen we are following when based on the DNA," Barber explained as Joan put up a slide of the chemical compound.
"It is very likely that we will have to drink the vodka, Russians don't take kindly to refusing a toast," Annie pointed out.
"The compound is completely harmless and trust me we have no interest in tailing you two once you are home, you're a boring old committed couple now," Stu clarified and Annie smiled.
"Speaking of the compound, where is it?" Annie asked.
"It is right here," Joan presented Annie with a large jewelry box.
Annie opened the top and gasped. Inside were a diamond encrusted necklace with a huge emerald pendant and a matching bracelet with a large platinum heart charm.
"Auggie you will store this in the hotel vault upon check in and present it to Annie at a very public meal before the Wednesday night game. The compound is in the heart," Joan pointed to a latch on the side that opened the heart like a locket.
"They will watch you for days before inviting you anywhere, likely bug your room, do not drop your cover at any point, even in the shower. The fact that you are already intimate is the key to this mission, act like a married couple on vacation," Joan blushed a little bit at her implication.
"Got it Joan," Auggie put her out of her misery.
"You will both carry an encrypted phone under your clothes to be used only in emergency. When you are not wearing clothes the phones should be placed in Auggie's locked brief case. A business man of Marvin's stature would legitimately have a locked brief case, it should not arise suspicion. If the phones are turned on without the proper codes they will ring through to a fake line answered as Williams Global," Barber outlined.
"Your bags are already packed, there is a private plane at the airfield and you should both change as Marvin and Annette wouldn't be caught dead in those outfits," Joan smirked.
"Got it boss," Auggie stood and Annie followed him out of the room.
Sure enough there were two garment bags in Auggie's office and they headed off to the locker room to freshen up and change. The Agency left nothing to chance, not only was there a Prada wrap dress in Annie's garment bag, but La Perla undergarments that Annie couldn't afford if she gave up groceries for 6 months.
"Nice clothes really are nice," Auggie commented as they met back in the office.
"That was eloquent," Annie smiled.
"I can't even see it and I am pretty sure this is the nicest shirt I have ever worn," he mentioned as he tugged on the cuff.
Annie looked him up and down and had a hard time forming coherent thoughts. He had on a pair of jeans that were probably as expensive as his rent and fit him so well she had to take a deep breath. The shirt, as he assessed, was gorgeous gun metal gray that looked practically liquid and her fingers itched to touch it. His shoes were soft Italian leather.
"Did you get new underwear?" Annie asked quietly.
"Yes, do you always get new underwear for your missions?" he replied.
"Never, this is going to be quite the Op," she gave in and ran her hand up the front of his shirt.
"I think we should start practicing our cover," he smiled as he reached out and felt the incredibly soft material of her dress.
The tactile sensation of the soft material reminded Auggie of the night they kissed the first time and emboldened by that memory he leaned down to kiss her right in the middle of tech ops. Annie returned the kiss, as she had that night months ago, her hands sliding around his shoulders to pull him closer.
"We're going to rock this mission," she smiled against his lips.
TBC…