Jim got a call on his private line.
“I've never heard of you” he said, but took the call anyway.
“That doesn't matter, we know your reputation”
They had a rough plan of what they
wanted to do. A series of targets around the globe, all to be
threatened within days of each other. A multimedia campaign to build
up the terror and a series of impossible tasks.
“I'm just one person” said Jim.
“Oh, we've got that covered,” the computerized voice said “We've
got your likeness digitized, near perfect masks on half a dozen
impersonators and some private transportation. You can appear
anywhere and say anything. We just need someone with the stomach to
go through with it”
“Oh, I will burn them” The line
went dead. Sure enough within a few days he saw a few of his doubles
walking around, and got calls from /himself/. “Just testing the
network” the face said.
It was good, but it lacked that certain
– something – a menacing presence that only the true Jim could
convey.
“We'll need you to leave a few clues,
nothing blindingly obvious, but something to catch the attention of
the observant. And this can't be traced back to us in any way.”
A large some of money was wired to his
account. Not that he needed it, but it was good to see that they had
the cash to throw around as well.
Jim pulled up a map and started drawing
the targets on. He picked up a larger marker. I'm sure they
wouldn't mind if I went overboard... he smiled.
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