Mr. Dark 5 (Tamed #5)(27)
"Ooooh. You didn't happen to bring me some decks of cards from the Mirage or something, did you?"
"No, but we thought you might like this," Mark said, handing over the small gift box.
"What is it? A pen?" Tabby asked, taking the case. I could understand her confusion, the case had originally belonged to a Mont Blanc pen set in fact, and we had those pens set aside as well if she wanted them.
"Open it and find out," I said, trying hard to not grin like a fool. Tabby opened the the small case, her eyes puzzled for a second before she realized what the little device inside said. "Oh my God. Really?"
"Read the note underneath," I said, letting the smile come out. "It's for you."
Tabby took the test, which had a big pink plus sign on the side of it, out and looked at the folded note underneath. Hi Tabby! I'm looking forward to meeting you! Will you be my Auntie?
"Oh hell yeah," Tabby said, before closing the case. Tear glittered in her eyes. "Okay, well, I guess I can hire the two of you then. Come on, we have some video magic to do and you got some other things I know you need to do."
The video magic was actually pretty simple. Mark, using a quick temporary color dye to shift his hair back to what Marcus Smiley had, along with a shower and shave, filmed a quick ten minute video in front of a green screen in which he announced the forming of MJT Consolidated Holdings which would be a subsidiary of the overall Smiley operations. Since Marcus wouldn't be able to oversee the day to day operations, he was vesting full corporate powers with Tabitha Williams, naming her as President and CEO of MJT, while he and Sophie Warbird would have advisory roles with the company.
A bit of video magic later, and it looked like Marcus was making the speech from inside a tropical hotel room. That, combined with the paperwork we had already filed, would totally pave the way for Tabby to take over.
"Now just a few more things to do," Mark said, taking off his Marcus Smiley suit coat. It, along with most of his Marcus Smiley clothes, were going to be donated through MJT to a shelter for disadvantaged people who needed a hand in outfitting themselves for job interviews. Tabby herself would be making the delivery that day, and the press conference announcing her hiring would be the next day. If things went according to plan, Marcus Smiley and MJT would be very small news.
Chapter 12
Mark
While I'd done it before, breaking into a Federal building always made my palms sweat. In addition to the fact that most of them operated twenty four hours a day, the pure fact was that the FBI, the NSA, and quite a few other members of the alphabet soup that is Federal law enforcement had their fingers in the pie. With none of them really trusting the others, everyone in the Federal building had sphincters that were water tight, which meant that there was always the chance that some security measure I hadn't expected could trip me up.
Oh, and let's not add the fact that quite a few people in there carried guns and weren't afraid to use them. So as I worked my way down the air conditioning vent, I kept my eyes open. Thankfully, the Federal Prosecutor's office wasn't quite as locked up as, say, the ATF offices on the fourth floor.
Creeping along, I used the small smartphone strapped to my forearm both as a flashlight and a guide. Bennie Fernandez didn't have his own office, but instead shared one with two other Federal prosecutors. Looking through the grate, I saw that nobody was there, which I had hoped for. It was midnight, after all, and none of the four were on any high powered cases at the moment. If Bennie was half as smart as I thought, that would change.
I eased the vent cover out, dropping to the ground softly. I'd taken no chances, if there were any video surveillance, they wouldn't see me. I'd gone the whole face mask route. Taking the envelope with a letter and dual flash cards out of my vest pocket, I taped it to the monitor of his computer, his name written on it in block letters in black magic marker. My delivery complete, I made my way out the same way I came in, emerging on the roof just as my phone buzzed, telling me it was one in the morning. Time to make a phone call.
Sure, it isn't exactly polite to call someone's house at one in the morning, especially someone like Bennie Fernandez with a wife and young baby at home. But this time I think it was worth it.
"Hello?" a sleepy man's voice said once the call was picked up. "You know what time it is?"
"I've been told you're an honest prosecutor," I said. I was using a scrambler to disguise my voice, although I was still pitching it in such a way that it would be different from my normal voice. Okay, so a computer could match certain things, but you'd be surprised how many people are fooled when you just try to talk like James Earl Jones as Darth Vader. "Is that true?"
"Who is this?" Fernandez replied, his voice sharpening immediately.
"Relax, Mr. Fernandez, I'm a friend," I replied. "I ask because I just left a little present for you taped to the monitor of your computer in your office. Nice desk, by the way, but I'd get rid of the Patriots coffee cup. At least in this town." I added the little tidbit to convince him I'd been there. The cup wasn't actually on his desk, but on a small bookshelf next to his desk, right next to a copy of the Abridged Federal Rules of Evidence. "There's two data cards and a note. Go ahead and have them verified if you want, but keep one for yourself."