A/N: I hope you liked the last chapter. I bet no one expected an accomplice, did you? Anyways, the plot bunnies have surrounded me and I can't escape, not that I want to. Let me know what you think is going to happen. I like seeing how close people get, and it helps get the creative juices going. Smiles.
Chapter 11
Six Months Earlier
His eyes slowly traveled across the page, he scrutinized every word with great detail, to the untrained eye they would make no sense, they would be gibberish, but to him there was meaning. A smile played across his face, everything was going as planned, it was truly too easy. There were no hang ups, no snags, no after thoughts, it was all going smoothly. If anyone doubted his capabilities, this job would prove to everyone that he couldn't be stopped. He'd done this kind of thing before without even a suspicious thought against him, it was all too easy.
When he was first told who his target was, he was a little unsure about using an unstable man to get to him. After some deep thought he had made a secondary plan just incase plan A didn't work. This letter now proved that he could depend upon Bailey to pull through. But would he listen to instruction? He was certainly intelligent, otherwise the letter he now read would never have made it through the censor that read his every letter and note he sent and received.
He gently rotated the letter in his hands; the letter had contained a highly detailed, well crafted, elaborate plan on getting him out of the facility. It was ingenious really, he wondered how a man residing in such a facility could possibly have this great a mind for criminal activities. Rereading the letter once more carefully searching for errors or flaws in the plan, he formulated his own plan on how to accomplish his goals with Bailey in the mix. If he used Bailey it would be less likely for him to be caught, not that there was much chance of that anyways, he was a person whom the FBI wouldn't even look at twice when looking for suspects, he appeared to have everything going for him, no motive.
As he carefully folded the letter, something about the back of it caught his eye. He brought the letter to a bright light and unfolded it once more looking at the back. Barely noticeable was an indentation without pencil markings that didn't correspond with the hand writing on the front. Eager to see what Bailey had done he grabbed a pencil and angling it so the lead was flat on the paper, colored the backed watching fascinated as lines without markings appeared. After a short while all except the white lines was colored with pencil. He was astounded at what the white lines depicted. Before his eyes were an intricate floor plan of the facility in which Bailey was withheld, and the routes of the guards.
Unable to maintain his composure for a second longer he let out a wicked laugh as the web of lies and intricate details of the plan danced before his eyes. All he had to do was break Bailey out and everything else would take care of themselves. his job would be complete without him having to do hardly anything. The FBI wouldn't be able to connect anything to him; they wouldn't even consider connecting anything to anyone but Bailey. With him, it didn't have to make sense and he would still be the prime suspect. Consumed by euphoria of glee he danced his way over to a file cabinet. Humming to himself, he thumbed through a massive collaboration of files until he found the one he needed for the first step of the plan. As he read the file, he drifted between humming, whistling, and singing to himself, he didn't remember the last time he'd had so much fun or been so excited about his job before.
Most of his previous employers had wanted a demonstration job done to prove that he could accomplish anything that they asked without getting caught or linking anything to them. These employers would be no different, this operation would be easy to accomplish and they would hire him to do their bidding. Once he'd finished their jobs they had for him, he could move on to the next territory. He never ceased to amaze himself at how much he could accomplish in so little time without consequence. Truly he was amazing. It was a little bit of a shame that only his employers and victims knew whom took credit for all his dealings and jobs, but that also meant better business for him. If no one knew who to give credit to for these jobs than it meant that he wasn't suspected and wasn't being watched. Oh well, every good thing comes with a price tag.
He pulled out a map and looked it over circling the target's home. Then after careful consideration he traced along a roadway to what he labeled SAFEHOUSE 1, continuing he marked three other SAFEHOUSES that he would use in this operation. Looking over the data charts he had collected he marked the travel time between each location and the target's home, he needed to know which routes were fastest and which were the slowest. Next he located the facility that Bailey was being held at, from there he located another set of three SAFEHOUSES and marked the time between them. For safety he didn't intend to be at the same locations as Bailey at any one time if at all possible. Just in case he did have to meet up with Bailey he searched the map and marked a CONTACT SAFEHOUSE and mapped out the routes from each different SAFEHOUSE and their times between the two locations.
Pleased with his plans he wrote a reply to the letter he had received from Bailey. He was extremely cautious as to what information he placed in the letter in the unlikely chance that the true contents of the letter were discovered. Just as Bailey had done, he excluded every form of name whether it is in plain sight or in code. Once he was finished he got up and dinked around making preparations paying no attention to the letter for the longest time. Just before he sent the letter off to the facility he reread it in the frame of mind that a censor would read it, seeing nothing suspicious he mailed the letter. Grinning, he thought of his poor unsuspecting and helpless target, they hadn't a chance in the world to escape.
A/N: Any guesses?
