The phone released three obnoxious bursts.But a hand yanked up the receiver in time to prevent a fourth ring. The number was blocked.The number was always blocked.Most would be concerned about an unknown person calling in the middle of the night, but this man was not at all apprehensive.He expected phone calls from phantoms at all hours. That was the only safe way to do business.You must never establish a pattern that is recognizable.That’s how you get caught.
“What do you want,” he grumbled into the receiver, too tired to sit up.
“We have a situation.”
The man positioned his weight on an elbow, shaking the remaining cobwebs from his head.“What sort of situation?”
“There is a leak.”
“A leak?What do you mean a leak?You have got to be kidding me.”It was too close for this to happen now.They had come too far.How could a leak occur now?
“I don’t know what to say but someone, somehow found out.”
“Son of a bitch.Who?How much does this person know?”He could tell his heartbeat had increased which would no doubt cause his blood pressure to rise.He concentrated on his breathing, trying to remain calm.The last thing he needed was a heart attack.They had measures in place to deal with this sort of thing, didn’t they?
“I’m not quite sure how much is known yet.I’m sending you the information now.”
He knew that meant he would have to check his email.He reached over and flicked on the small lamp, blinking a few times to adjust to the sudden yet dull light.“Does this individual need to be dealt with?”It was his way of asking if the leak should be killed.
“I think it more wise to watch his actions to figure out how far and deep the knowledge goes.Follow the fox into the den, if you know what I mean.”
“I trust your opinion.But to be on the safe side, we need to move the timeline up.”
“I will be sending out information within the hour.I want this little problem kept between you and I, do you understand?”
“Not a problem.”
“Do not let this get out of hand.”
“Don’t worry.I won’t.”
The phone went dead.Removing a cell phone from the nightstand drawer, he typed in a short message and sent it out to over one hundred recipients.Those recipients would then contact their subordinates and so on and so forth until the entire chain had been connected and redirected.
Date moved by 5.
It was a phrase that everyone on the receiving end would understand. There would no doubt be a thousand questions directed his way, but he would simply have to deal with them later.Now was the time for action.There was no room for mistakes.Everything had to be perfect and everything had to start now.
There would be no more good night sleeps.He only hoped that they could get everything done in a handful of days.This had been planned for over a year, but the execution wasn’t as simple as it had seemed.It had involved numerous under-the-table dealings, countless hours of studying blue prints, city plans, and a ridiculous amount of coordination across the globe.
If one small thing fell out of place, the entire plan collapsed.The implementation was critical and every single person involved had to do his or her part.Only time would tell of their success or failure.
He glanced to the overstuffed down pillow wrapped in a green silk casing.The love of his life had purchased the sheets while visiting France two years ago.They were supposed to be the finest linens in the world, and he only wished she was there to experience them with him.He squeezed the object, enjoying the soft yet smooth sensation in his hand.He could not smell her perfume, but he longed to.
“Hon?”A female voice drifted to his ears.She snaked a slender arm over his chest, tickling the small curly hairs.“Everything alright?”
“Yes,” he said with a straight face.“Go back to sleep.Everything is fine.”He leaned over and kissed her cheek, turned off the lamp, then slipped out from under the thick covers.With the timetable moved up, he had to work efficiently and fast.
There was already an email waiting for him when he turned on the laptop.The picture of the man responsible for a possible breech stared back at him.He cursed under his breath, knowing that this could screw everything up.Turning to the kitchen, he decided to make a pot of coffee.It was going to be a very long night.