Today however, the cabin itself and the next three down the line were all reserved; all for the sake of the two people seated within it and the man on the screen before them, Thomas Stone. A blonde haired man with a lean frame, blue eyes, and a polite smile. His face was kind and patient, even while the words he spoke with his silver tongue were far from pure and kind.
Seated upon one of the chairs as Vox, in the form of a plain looking male with typical brown hair and eyes, dressed with a simple dress shirt and pants as he flipped through the pages as he listened to Stone prattle on about how it was imperative nothing was traced back, and that his opponent wasn’t killed. Beyond that, it seemed as if nothing else truly mattered.
Vox read silently at the detailed reports on the rival’s family, wife and children. A wife who is thought to be wanting something more, children experimenting, his gaze shifted towards the woman at his side that Stone had chosen for the mission as well. On his own, he could ruin the politician with ease, but it would be far more interesting to see if the lady had a more entertaining way than the typical scandalous affairs that Stone was hinting at.
“ The deadline is the most troubling thing of all it seems … A week, sure time to set up more evidence to lend weight to it. But only twenty four hours. One would have to do the dirty work, the other prepare things for it to be believable. An easy but boring fix, could be merely to kill steal his wallet, purchase a motel room. Kill a hooker in there and have it linked back to him. Just enough to raise eyebrows and doubt, while giving us time to add onto more throughout the week perhaps. ”
Post # 1, WC = 451