A lot of ti passed as Linda just sat there still, staring at the tal chair, still quiet on her decisions and the life she chose to follow.
There were no bad or good decisions anymore, there was only the decision to make everything right, to flow with the plan even if it was going in a direction which is the complete opposite of everything.
A plan, a deal which was there to eliminate the cartel and its connection in the shadows quickly turned into sothing that was going to be in the news, sothing that will claim more people and more death, civilians or not, gangster or not.
Death will play the biggest role in the plan, and what will follow after it that would be the big question, the consequence of this action. Because, if everybody dies, the only one who will remain is Jas and his only enemy will be the governnt itself. And if that happens, he is going to have more power than the governnt, more information, more connections, and more influence over the people.
But that's for the future. Right now, the only thing to worry about is how to cover everything up perfectly… moreover, to make sure Marco gives every information they need to act more swiftly and more accurately.
"Everything is here." The agent said as he stepped into the room with his colleague.
In their hands were the exact things Linda asked for. The toolbox, bleach the towel with the water, and more importantly the coffee which she imdiately grabbed from the agent.
She took a sip of her cappuccino and sighed. "The basent… is it closed down?" She asked as she took another sip.
"Yes, we closed it, and also the first floor, to be sure that nobody even tries to co down." The agent said as he put down the tools. "But isn't this a little too much? I an, it's clear that sothing is happening down there, and up the—"
"There is nobody in this place who has the right to question ." She said as she looked into the agent's eyes. "I hold authority over everybody."
"But the directors of the—"
"They're under , and they know what's going to happen. That's why I asked for the chairs. So what you guys need to do is just make sure nobody cos down." She said, and her voice was so direct, not that sa woman who was here earlier. She was bossing around, showing the authority she has.
"Roger that, miss." The agent said. "So should we open the garage door?"
"Yes, open it and close it as soon as they arrive. Nobody can know what happened or who it is." Linda said as she sat back down, sipping her cappuccino, waiting for them to arrive. anwhile, up on the third floor, Benjamin was thinking, making plans with Edward, and now joined by Stephen.
"The first thing is the journalist. We need to do sothing about her." Edward said as he was now looking at the drone, and that woman was still there on the ground. "At least try and hide her body for now because I'm sure others will co too, filming, and that wouldn't be good if they found a dead journalist."
"Yeah, I'll call up…" Benjamin looked down on a list that Thomas made, one of the agents. "Chris, the squad leader to hide her body in the house." He said and got up from his chair, grabbing the wired phone and calling.
"But still, what story we made up?" Edward looked at Stephen. "I an, sobody will search for her."
Stephen was thinking about it as Benjamin was already speaking with Chris, and a mont later, as he hung up and sat back, her body was being dragged away inside the house.
"What if we say she was mistaken to be one of Marcos' n and was shot." Edward said, looking at them. "I an, she had on the flashlight, and the IF thought she was one of them with a gun."
"Doesn't make any sense." Benjamin said. "She walked straight past the car Marco was in, with IF agents around, as if they didn't even see her, and that's strange too. How the fuck they didn't notice a cara and a fucking woman?"
It was really strange, sothing even they got confused about. The woman straight went past the convoy of cars, slid past the exact car that Marco was thrown into, and where IF agents stood guard, but she just walked straight past them like she was invisible or sothing or did she?
Because while they were focused on the scene on the driveway that Thomas, Jas, and the others just stood frozen in place, they missed a key point of how the journalist went past everybody.
She fence-jumped.
Marco's house is a big estate but still has neighbors, with other big-ass estates all around, and she, the journalist, knew very well that she can't just walk straight on the street because she will be stopped. So as soon as she heard the shooting happening, because the social dia picked it up faster than any other news station, she was on the way there, only she.
Because everybody else was scared.
The neighbors flooded social dia with videos of what happened, but because of the complete darkness and power outage, the videos were complete darkness, with only shouting and heavy gunfire and explosions.
So every big news station stayed still and reported on the downtown attacks instead.
But what a news it would be if she was the first to actually publish on it, to get first-hand footage to sell to the big news for thousands of dollars. It was her ticket to richness, the biggest story in her life.
So she hopped the fence of Marco's neighbor across the street and trespassed sneaking through the estate garden, then hopped another fence and that it she was there, before Marco's estate, seeing the dead bodies on the ground at the gate, the bullet shells, the shot-up cars, and the IF agents on the end of the street.
The piggy bank was there in front of her… but rather than money she got a bullet.
"I don't know, maybe she sneaked in or I don't know. The main thing we need to focus on is the story to make out of it." Stephen started. "First, we can't use the accident shooting, because she received a straight bullet into her head. It's clear that it was an execution, so we can build up a story that on the way she was kidnapped and killed."
Edward here felt a little awkward and stressed, because he wasn't in this life. Yes, he heard of this thing, but he just stole funds and shit, not actually killing people and making plots for it.
"I an it can work, but still, what if she told soone where she is going… or we just don't give a fuck about it. Yeah, it can work." Benjamin smiled.
"What do you an?" Edward asked, his voice hesitant a little.
"What is the biggest news that people will get shocked about? The news can feed them for days, for weeks, for months, it's not a death of a journalist, no. Every month they die and nobody gives a single fuck about them."
"That's true." Stephen said. "They will make a lot of money on the news that Silas, Marco, and Isabella too died. Not just that but Carter's death will lead all the headlines."
"So what, we just hide her body and that's it?" Edward asked with a nervous smirk on his face as he looked at them.
"Exactly." A straight answer from Benjamin. "Nobody going to give a fuck about her, everybody will jump on the story how the governnt killed the gangsters ana well how the vice president died. All this news will push the death of her down the drain."
"Well this is the only way we can do it, so yeah, hide her body, and focus on the main thing, which is making out a story from the raid." Stephen said while Edward was just getting more nervous that his na will be attached to it, not official but yeah it will be there.
"My part is already done." Benjamin said. "I already have all the outlines for the raid on Isabella's house, which I will officially give to Linda tomorrow. The next part is on Thomas and then you." He pointed at Stephen. "Silas's house will be your agency's task."
"Isn't that a little complicated? I an Silas yeah, he is dead with his top n, but his son has co back." He looked at Benjamin. "I an claiming that we eliminated the family where his son is leading it—"
"We don't wait for Jas to take action on that matter." Benjamin said. "The old man already died and his son is a ss. He can't lead people and can't think straight, nobody believes in him nor has loyalty for him, so we make the first official raid in years… at least you do."
Stephen felt in that mont sothing he hadn't felt in years. He got excited about it because all he had done in the past couple of years was paperwork and nothing else… well stealing and laundering the money… as much as he could.
"Then I will prepare it as soon as the sun rises—"
Suddenly the door busted open and an agent stepped in. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but Miss Linda is asking for everybody's presence."
Jas and Thomas had arrived.
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