Here is another chapter for you lovely people! I enjoyed speaking to a few of you as I wrote this! I love all of the ideas floating around in your heads.
How they had allowed him to sleep in the dreadful chair was puzzling to Reddington. Perhaps the FBI really had lost all of its decency. Now, his neck felt as if someone had pulverized it with a meat cleaver. The indecency continued as Agent Cooper decided to deliver a wake up call.
"Good morning, Reddington. I hope you slept comfortably."
"Very funny, Harold. Now, tell me, have you thought about my offer?"
In all reality, Elizabeth would do what she wished even if Harold had told her that she couldn't agree to it. She desired so much information from him, she just didn't know it yet. It was quite humorous, how the agency worked now-adays. They used to be willing to risk anything for a major criminal. Today, it seemed that they were unwilling to pay a cent over for a doughnut. Keen was the key to the whole plan. She had guts and would follow her instincts, no matter what that meant. Apparently, Harold wasn't in the chatty mood, for he did not respond until the missing link had arrived. They had chosen to trust Red for now and removed him from the chair, fitting him with another pair of handcuffs for good measure.
"Agent Keen, you look rather restless. Were you unable to sleep soundly last night?"
Elizabeth only responded to the criminal with a glare before moving on to the offices. Within the set of doors, agents sat at desks and spoke over the phone as they dove into the life of Raymond Reddington. He had no doubt in his mind that they would know every detail about him. That was, unless he had altered a few facts to misguide them. It was true that Red preferred that his absolute private life remained that way. They did not need to know of his daughters whereabouts or if his wife was with her and well.
"I will agree to your terms as long as the information you provide us with is sound."
"Lizzie, I had not planned on giving you anything else."
Silenced had instantly followed the remark as Elizabeth debated how to respond to the new nickname. He had seemed proper until now. Red found that his words had baffled her and that she was unable to make a quick remark. Good. Now he knew how to get her to shut up. If he made a personal statement, she would pause to give herself time to word a question or response.
"Why would you turn yourself in like this?"
"I have a flare for dramatic effect." He was nothing but truthful to her within this answer. Reddington had never been known to lay in the shadows and keep to himself. He very much enjoyed being in culture and being noticed from time to time. The best way to do this-he found- was to create a dramatic entrance or exit. Anything which differed from that was a bore to him and held no significance.
"Now, as I am sure you know, I do enjoy being the center of attention;however, we have much more important business to attend to." This switch in pace and subject should bring on his freedom, "Douglas Cather. When you look into your databases, you will most likely find nearly nothing on this man-"
"Then why are you telling us about him?" The interruption almost caused Red to forget what he was about to inform them. Harold Cooper stood with a quizzical look at the mastermind as if he didn't believe it was relevant Intel.
"Please, Agent Cooper, allow me to finish." His gaze reverted back to Elizabeth as he continued forth, finishing what had been cut off. "Douglas is a very intelligent man who develops nuclear implants for the highest bidder."
Finally, Agent Donald Ressler spoke up, "Nuclear implants?"
"Yes, Donald. These implants have the ability of releasing radiation into the blood stream, thus killing only one victim with one foul strike. They are extremely useful for assassinations. The device is so small, that it can be slipped into a drink. The toxins will release in the stomach acid and become absorbed into the blood."
"Great, how do we catch this guy?"
Raymond was honestly surprised at how Harold had responded. Did he simply assume that all of it would be given to him at once?
"First, you remove the cuffs. I can arrange a meeting with Cather, but I cannot address the man in such drab jewelry."
An hour had passed since they let Reddington out on a long leash. Dembe had been allowed to stay with Raymond; and for that, he was grateful. The luxurious life had been returned to him as he sat back upon the red velvet of a Queen Anne chair. A cup of tea had been prepared for his arrival and all accommodations were set and ready for him. Being one of the most powerful men on earth sure was rewarding, he would have to remember to thank all those in his wake some day.
Not a moment after reclining did his phone ring. One look told him that Elizabeth was a tad anxious for bringing in her first blacklist criminal.
"Lizzie, I told you that I would meet with him tomorrow, I cannot make time go any faster."
"What's so special about me? Why did you choose to speak to me only?"
"Ah, now isn't that the question. Why would I, Raymond Reddington, the Concierge of Crime, speak to you. Well, I think I will let you figure that out on your own. Goodnight, Elizabeth."
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