Promise, this will be another short chapter, because by now you see what is at stake, and that time is of the essence! However, I still feel obligated to make as much of a story out of this as possible, even while making it fast. I know that you, my loyal readers demand at least some effort from me. My critics will demand to know the inner working of just about everything going on. And I want to make sure that whoever is reading this story knows that this is legitimate and not some kind of prank or trap.
Okay, so here is the plan that we decided to execute:
Granted, this is going to sound fantastical, but this is the honest truth. We were all going to enter the FBI offices at exactly 8:30. Susan was going to get in touch with some of her old buddies before she was shunted over into the Q Files. (Apparently, this had all been done to prevent her from rising through the ranks. Some kind of rivalry, politics, sexism, and who knows what else! How can this kind of stuff still be happening in 2018!?) Most of them had already been transferred to other jobs and posts, but a few still remained. They would come in and greet her, and walk with her. With us.
Naomi’s mom had also scheduled for someone to come and check in at the Q Files, to pick up a case file. We needed multiple witnesses for this to work. Because the Q Files were supposed to be inoperative, all members of security, the overhead, and of course the Syndicate would converge.So many people coming together, and right at the same hour when all of the offices and cubicles next to the Q Files would be the most full, the Syndicate would be hard pushed to get at us.
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Naomi’s mother would pull clutch for us once again. She had been hunting down anyone within the Bureau who could be connected to the Syndicate. She had compiled a file, not a very big sadly, but still enough information and names to get some heads turning in the right direction. To give us some protection. We could then tell the story that we needed to garner reinforcements.
The story we had decided to spin was that I had witnessed a transaction in my neighborhood. I had seen them hand over body parts and occult items. I had made a call into the police, which we had fabricated brilliantly I might add. The police thought it was a bad lead, but I was attacked at a supermarket by people dressed in black. I had made another call to the cops. The Q Files had claimed the case, because of the occult material.
Yeah, this was all highly illegal. However, stuff like this happens all the time. It’s not just accountants who know how to cook the books. All authorities learn this skill. The most important thing is to get the Man looking into the Syndicate. Conturbatio had another story all prepared to segway us into that.
Meanwhile, while all of this would provide me time to upload this entire story to the internet. According to Lars, the eyes within the FBI would see the story being uploaded, and they would recognize the key phrase and the pattern scheme running throughout the chapters. They would intervene immediately. And with the Guardians stepping into the situation, we would then supposedly get all of the protection that we needed.
But where we would go from there, none of us had any clue. We were clearly getting deeper and deeper into a war that we knew very little about, and that entire world at large had no clue even existed!
What would we honestly do after this?
We had decided it was better to stay alive and learn as we went, to survive, than it was to simply give up and be killed. Especially when we knew that this Syndicate was already doing terrible things. People were dying all over the world. The people that the agents of the Q Files had saved were disappearing, and their stories were being erased. We could not let that stand.
Everything about this cobbled-up plan relied on precision and speed. And a lot of faith in others. A LOT of faith.