Engagement
Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 11:11 amSometimes work could be done using local resources. That kept things private and controlled. One could easily get reports and even wipe away any loose ends if one had to do so. On the other hand, sometimes it was more efficient to outsource a job. This was one of those times. Someone was tired of the situation and decided to go a little more drastic to clean up a mess they no longer wanted to really deal with.
He didn't care about the why or the who that was paying his hefty fee. A job was a job and this one came via the normal means. The text message with the details came while he was sitting on the balcony of the hotel suite he'd procurred the night before. A cup of coffee sat on the little table. He didn't immediately look at the phone. Instead he held the newspaper, hazel eyes drifting over the headlines. Although the phone was sitting next to him, he didn't seem worried about being tracked. That would be because the gps had been hacked to throw off a different location entirely. There was no tracking this one via the normal means. When he as ready, he folded the paper and tossed it onto the table, opting for the coffee mug as he swiped the phone from the table. He sipped carefully at the steaming black treasure while reviewing the job details.
It read like a textbook erase. Take out the target in a quiet manner. No public knowledge. Tie up loose ends. If he was caught, no assistance would be provided. He almost scoffed at that part of the message. That part he ignored. Sometimes he wondered if these people lifted messages from popular spy novels. Of course he wouldn't expect assistance if he got caught. He had a way around that. Don't get caught. And to help achieve that end, he made no assumptions about the target and demanded more information from the source. He didn't expect too much but before he moved, he was going to have something more to go on. And if they didn't provide it, he had his own means to know the target better than the target knew himself.
The Chameleon was engaged.
He didn't care about the why or the who that was paying his hefty fee. A job was a job and this one came via the normal means. The text message with the details came while he was sitting on the balcony of the hotel suite he'd procurred the night before. A cup of coffee sat on the little table. He didn't immediately look at the phone. Instead he held the newspaper, hazel eyes drifting over the headlines. Although the phone was sitting next to him, he didn't seem worried about being tracked. That would be because the gps had been hacked to throw off a different location entirely. There was no tracking this one via the normal means. When he as ready, he folded the paper and tossed it onto the table, opting for the coffee mug as he swiped the phone from the table. He sipped carefully at the steaming black treasure while reviewing the job details.
It read like a textbook erase. Take out the target in a quiet manner. No public knowledge. Tie up loose ends. If he was caught, no assistance would be provided. He almost scoffed at that part of the message. That part he ignored. Sometimes he wondered if these people lifted messages from popular spy novels. Of course he wouldn't expect assistance if he got caught. He had a way around that. Don't get caught. And to help achieve that end, he made no assumptions about the target and demanded more information from the source. He didn't expect too much but before he moved, he was going to have something more to go on. And if they didn't provide it, he had his own means to know the target better than the target knew himself.
The Chameleon was engaged.