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Well, it’s another short work week, unless you’re a writer!
Moving forward with Cassidy Four, and here I am again, sharing a snippet with you. How fresh is this? Well, I wrote it this morning and I’m still working on it!
“Well, that was a total rat fuck.”
She was unimpressed, to say the least.
It was supposed to be easy! Hell, she did all the heavy lifting. She had arranged for the security to look the other way, she had recruited pigeons to distract MinSec from the real breakout, she had used family connections to put all the physical requirements in place.
And it had all worked like clockwork. Ten people – ten! – had successfully effected self-release from MinSec’s primary Political Rehabilitation Center on a single night, something that was supposed to be impossible. They’d all had their instructions, their safe houses, their destinations. Of course, she had no idea how many of the others had made it to their safe houses, but that was part of the plan, too. If there was no communication between them, there couldn’t be any back-tracing.
It hadn’t stopped her making plans of her own with three of the others, of course. But that was longer-term planning, a full lunar away. By then they’d either make the rendezvous or not. Her plans would work best with the people she’d chosen, but none of them were irreplaceable. She’d make do with others with only a minor delay.
That was for another day, though.
According to her carefully worked out plans, today she was to move from her safe house to a more permanent location. Where that was, she didn’t know, but was the point of compartmentalizing the information. What she didn’t know, she couldn’t tell.
Something wasn’t right, though.
The cubic she was supposed to pass through to reach her contact was swarming with MinSec patrols. Nobody lingered; they passed through as quickly as they could, keeping eyes averted and faces hidden. Everybody had something that MinSec could pick them up for, so everyone acted guilty.
Wouldn’t cover her, though. One facial scan and she’d be back in the PRC faster than she could think.
She needed a place to stay tonight. She couldn’t go back to last night’s hide; that was strictly a one-off deal. They wouldn’t turn her in, but it would start to establish a pattern of behavior and patterns were to be avoided.
There were rooms to rent, hotels and the like. Most of them required ID, though, and she couldn’t do that. Not yet. That was further down her list of things to do, farther down her plan. The ones that didn’t ask for ID, well, MinSec knew all about those places. Odds were good that the desk clerk was a MinSec operative and her face, along with the faces of everyone who checked in, would be in the files by morning.