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[Sup Barge. Here's a funny thing you might have noticed, if you've been in port and paying attention to the news: there was a break in and, so news anchors say, attempted burglary at an affluent townhouse. A blurry camera image has been making the rounds, and a police sketch, and you know what?
Both of those pictures look a lot like James Bond.
Yeah, the second he recognized London, he headed for MI6 and couldn't even get past the lobby. So, he went for M's apartment. Which, in this world, was definitely not M's apartment.
It all kind of went downhill from there.
The past almost forty-eight hours have largely been spent awake and avoiding cameras and cops. Which is really not an easy thing, do you have any idea how many CCTVs there are in a city? All in all, nowhere near his worst two days, but definitely, definitely not his best. There's nothing quite like hope dangling in your face only to see it ripped away.
He doesn't bother with a video this time, just clicks on the audio function; he sounds short, maybe even tired, and there's an edge that really just says he's not in the mood for anything.]
I need money.
[He knows you wardens have cards. He is fully planning to take one, he just needs to pick a target. And no, he's not going to mention is foray as a wanted man because it's really not that new to him.]
Both of those pictures look a lot like James Bond.
Yeah, the second he recognized London, he headed for MI6 and couldn't even get past the lobby. So, he went for M's apartment. Which, in this world, was definitely not M's apartment.
It all kind of went downhill from there.
The past almost forty-eight hours have largely been spent awake and avoiding cameras and cops. Which is really not an easy thing, do you have any idea how many CCTVs there are in a city? All in all, nowhere near his worst two days, but definitely, definitely not his best. There's nothing quite like hope dangling in your face only to see it ripped away.
He doesn't bother with a video this time, just clicks on the audio function; he sounds short, maybe even tired, and there's an edge that really just says he's not in the mood for anything.]
I need money.
[He knows you wardens have cards. He is fully planning to take one, he just needs to pick a target. And no, he's not going to mention is foray as a wanted man because it's really not that new to him.]
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And why do you ask that?
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[Because he's bored and is no goo at sitting still, but he won't advertise that.]
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I can hack into any digital security systems, the cameras for example [Narvin, unlike Bond, is a bit of a braggart] but that may not be enough. Searching through all the compiled digital information will take time, even with a algorithm set up for the computer to do it automatically. Computer programs aren't an adequate substitute for eyes and ears on the ground.
[He'll be appealing for Kay's help as well, but Sandoval might not try so hard to hide from a fellow inmate as from wardens. And Narvin wants to cover all bases to deal with his rogue inmate quickly and quietly.]
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But Narvin doesn't have to know that.]
A single man can't cover all of London.
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I can narrow down which boroughs he's likely to be in once I trace which direction he's travelling. He's also likely to try to leave the city. So train stations, bus stations, airports, all probable destinations.
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I'll have payment before I find him. We'll settle on an amount, half now, half when I've found him.
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So, how much?
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Fifty thousand. [It would be enough to buy several contacts, to buy tickets all around if the weather was better, but he's only planning on taking the twenty-five; it's still more than enough, if they're only here for a few days.]
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Cash? [He assumes. Untraceable.]
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