There are many ways you can frame someone and have them start believing that what you are doing is enough for them to believe that it's true. It's even better if they can't prove that while you are framing them.

The ruse was a simple one and worked with very little to back it up. It was all depending on hearsay. But with the feminine way of thinking once an idea or thought was tossed out there, it took root rather quickly and spread like wildfire. This is how he would start the first phase of taking down his nemesis.


Colin had made sure that his trail was covered. His Irish passport was issued under an alias. He (for traveling purposes) was known as David Papp. He was a consultant for an internet startup that was looking to expand to the United States. The security teams at the airport at Belfast never gave him or his passport a second look. He boarded the Airbus A380 for the one-hour flight to London. From there he was going to be waiting for his next flight from Heathrow to Philadelphia on a 747for about three hours. From there he would take a bus to New York. Aer Lingus does not fly directly into New York from Belfast and the bus trip was the least of his worries. He would get over it.


If it's one thing that he hated most it was entering the United States or any other country. Anyone could be hiding something from the customs agents and they would look the other way if the right amount of cash was flashed in their direction. It's sad but that's the way it works. He walks up with his passport from Ireland of course and offers it to the Homeland Security agent behind the booth. Tucked away between the pages the passport is ten one-hundred-dollar bills. The custom agent looks up after he sees the cash and gives him a quick once over. The surveillance camera that is behind the custom agent is trained on the people presenting their passports, not at the said agent. It's not looking directly at the agent's movements. The customs agent who looks over Colin/Mr. Papp is named Peter Gundersen. Peter has no idea why Colin/Mr. Papp wants to enter the country nor does he care. He slips to $1000 into his pocket and stamps the passport approved. Colin takes back his passport, a little lighter, and turns to move towards the exit.

Having never been in this country he decides to use mass transportation to get where he needs to be. There are buses that run to NYC almost hourly so he hops on one of those. Manhattan is too expensive to stay in so he had settled on Brooklyn. It's closest to where his prey is and he can be in Manhattan in less than twenty minutes if he needs to be.

He finds a cheap but decent one-room apartment in the Bowery. From the rooftops, he can see Manhattan and that's just fine with him. He empties his suitcase into the drawers that are furnished with the apartment. The bathroom is in dire need of a good cleaning and the kitchen has a couple of roaches running around but that's nothing new from where he used to live in Ireland he'll survive.

He has his week pretty much booked up. He needs plans for something that's going to be pretty spectacular in order to take out his father's killer. He knows that his oldest daughter is still alive and only because of the articles he had read in the Daily News and the New York Post. Alexis. That was her name and if he does his research correctly, she along with her bastard father and his wife will soon be meeting their end.

But now tonight is for a good night's sleep so he can get a fresh start in the morning. His first stop will be the house that they live in, in SoHo. In his prayers, he says goodnight to his father and he remembers his mother hoping that she is still safe. He falls asleep thinking about the ways he will take out his adversary. He just hopes he can live up to his father's expectations.


He's up bright and early the next day and with what he has to cook with he can make a simple breakfast of scrambled eggs and hash browns. He has a cheap Mr. Coffee coffee maker that is probably older than he is but it works fine and since he takes his coffee black with two sugars there's no need for milk.

He was fortunate enough to get copies of the NYPD reports from his father's attempted removal of the man who put him in the insane asylum so long ago. He could tell that there was a flaw in his father's planning. It was a good plan but his father never considered all the variables. His father's first mistake was to never assume that he could defeat Richard Rodgers. The second mistake was that bitch cop, Katherine Beckett. Back then she was just an up and coming detective. But the second she married his father's killer she had sealed her fate along with his. She would die a slow and painful death. He, of course, would make sure Rodgers watched as he tortured her and he would be able to do nothing to save her. He had a plan formulating in his head but he needed to do some research in order to carry it out. And for that, he needed to go to a couple of not so public sources.

He finished his breakfast and downed the rest of his coffee. Checking the time on his watch he could go to one of the three stops he needs to go to since they were opening in a half hour. The New York City public library has a wealth of information and that will be his first stop. By the time he finishes collecting all the information he needs to from the library, it'll just be about time to see the person next on his list. He locks up his apartment and heads to the subway stop not far from his apartment. The subway ride takes less than thirty minutes and he is now sitting on the steps in front of the library waiting for it to open.


He spent over four hours in the library researching what he had to research. He was mostly interested in the same thing his father was but with a twist. The pressure plates he was going to use are now almost undetectable. They don't make any sound when you step on them but the person stepping on them will know it because the activation of the plates trigger travels through the unsuspecting victim's body and no other sound could be heard. Then he had to make up some fashionable bomb wear. He decided to make up to separate bomb vests for the two women in Richard Rodger's life. They would be tamper-proof and no matter what Rick would come up with he would never be able to disarm them. It would play out a little bit like the scenario with his first wife and daughter. But he had an ace up his sleeve, he knew that no one would survive his little game. And that would be his greatest failure. The fact that he would never disarm either vest and deal with the pain of losing the women he loved. He would watch them both die. He had a better plan then his father did. His father gave him the option to disarm one vest while he was watching from the post office. This wouldn't happen this time because Richard Rodgers would be watching on a closed-circuit television screen as his wife and daughter passed into the hereafter.


His next stop is SoHo. According to tax records, Richard Rodgers has a loft apartment on Broome street. He will do some recon to get their schedules down and that is going to take up a lot of his time.

He prints out all of his research and is amazed to find that he would spend over sixteen dollars on the copies he needed to make. America, they get you either way. He also had to pay for three 11x17 color copies for the architectural layout of the Rodgers loft. He placed all of his copies into his messenger bag and gets ready to leave.

The D train station at 42nd street is a short walk. After he descends the stairs he stands on the platform and waits for the next train. He watches the people around him and thinks to himself how unsuspecting and trusting these people really are. Did they not learn anything from 9-11? There are surveillance cameras on the platform but they are easily avoidable. He could take out most of the people on this platform and he'd never be caught. He is drawn from his thoughts as he senses the train pulling up. He hops on and as the doors close, he sees something that catches his eye. The NYPD is harassing a homeless man doing nothing but sitting on the platform holding out a cup to anyone who would throw some change into his cup. He is not demanding that passerby's put change into his cup, but the cops still are hassling him. If they could utilize their manpower for actually fighting or preventing crime he would be surprised and the city would be better off. The train pulls out of the station and before he knows it, he is getting off at Grand Street four stops later. He exits the train and climbs the stairs out on the subway system and walks north just over 200 yards and looks up at the loft Richard Rodgers owns. He settles himself into the alcove of an apartment and just watches.