Cameron sat in her office, starring on her screen while thinking back the Rodo case. Cholly involved her heavily, made her a crucial part of the investigation and it did her carrer and standing within the police department a lot of good. Cholly was a great influence on her, as was Starling, she was glad to have had these two in her life. The case though...it always left her with a bad feeling, like it wasn't over.
Cameron tried to get in a more positive mind set, which was hard. That was some bad shit she saw in front of her, and it smelled like Cholly is in danger, and she herself, too. She exhauled and than inhaled deeply to ready herself to call Tom.
How insanely obvious it got that there was severe chemistry between the two and that it would lead to more. And she was open to that possibility, she admitted to herself. Absolutely.
She checked out Tom online a little, and he passed with flying color. A decent guy, married the wrong woman, focused on his job now - much like herself at that. Charming, funny but not in a frat boy way, some first signs signs of maturing, which she appreciated after her fair share of disappointments in relationships with the wrong guys.
And yet, all she felt towards Tom just got jeopardized over the last 15 hours give or take...
She picked up her phone and at 11.35 called him, Tom. He took it as expected with calm seriousness, he wasn't panicking but clearly understood. Good man. "...and, Cameron, thank you!" her mind replayed his words, the sound of it, it was reassuring, attentative - sexy, even. But, back to the task at hand, words out, the other side probably heard it all because whatever incriptions she used was no match for these guys. Now time was of the essence. She opened her drawer, then a case she had in it, threw her mobile in it, closed the case and then the drawer, locked it and taped the key on the bottom of her coffee mug. then she grabbed her bagpack and left her office. She went down the hall, into the elevator, three floors down, then to the staircases, four flights up and into the toilet. there she entered a stall, closed the door and took some garments out of her bag. She got changed, left the toilet and took the elevator one floor up, where she went into another toilet. there she entered a stall, took out a burner phone and called a number: "Hey, Chrissy, ready when you are!" Not a minute later, Cameron heard the door open and next a little knock on her stall door. Cameron opened the stall winked at Chrissy and entered the garbage cart Chrissy the cleaning lady rolled in front of the stall. all without a word, and 120 seconds later Chrissy would roll out the cart and into the next toilet, and then another one, and then took the maintenance elevator one floor down, where Chrissy pushed the cart into the maintanace room, changed herself, left the room, locked it and punched out 4 minutes later. Her shift ended as always a little after noon time, today at 12:06.
Cameron was one storey above her office, about 300 feet North West. She got out of the cart, and took out two lap tops from her bag pack. she used one to hack intop the building's survaillance system to see if somebody is coming after her. then she opened another window with which she started the feed of her own surveillance system, which she placed around her office already some time ago, just in case. Good thing she did.
And now she would fucking go for it! She turned to the second laptop and set up a couple of shielding layers, fully aware of them being penetrated rather instantly, and started to deep dive into the band of six...she wanted them, whoever thet are, to panik. she went all in, she searched and recorded even the porn Fourlet, Fullerton, Stoltherer, Clayburn and Hodgin would watch, she downloaded their emails, bank statements, podcast lists, and ebooks. She riffled through their photo albums, and GPS records of their cars, she collected everything of their wife's (four were married) and their wife's lovers (three of them). And while at it, she unleashed a legion of search bots to do recon on PATRICK DOUGHAN, knowing that this would put drops of sweat on the tech department of whichever agency good ole Patty works for.
She only took a break at 14:46, when Tom called her. She set up an unusual shielding umbrella, very new and beta from an Israeli joint she heavily suspected to be working for MOSSAD, which in this case really didn't matter, and then she called Tom back.
After the call, she wondered for a second what that mystery Cunthia could possibly mean when she said "You will get a call tonight, that I need you to take"...ominous...and then she dove right back into her search of the six.
16:15
Cameron considered downloading the school records of their children...but decided against it, birthcertificates was enough of a threat, right?
18:35
These wasps...rich and ruthless...pale and boring...greedy and connected...wait...wtf...WHAT?...that doesn't make any sense...
Cameron paused. What is going on there?
Cameron looked at it, she couldn't believe it. She read it again, and again. Doughan was blackmailing Fullerton...
