That'd be just fine. Not necessary, but very fine.
At some point Max had to decide whether or not to change his appearance to go through with one part of the plan. There were no publicized pictures of him. He had always made sure of that. He'd never just go halfway again. Even Jackson had not taken a real good look at him that night. Jackson was always so full of himself he simply couldn't see anyone else. Max knew Lucca had probably seen him—and was likely to remember what he looked like—so he did have to take that into consideration. But the possibility anyone from the Red Dragon gang could recognize him was indefinable and it was one of the problems.
Step three—open the route.
That was the reason the route had to be real. He needed to open it to sell it.
The price? Asher returned alive.
He had hired all the "merchandise". It was the only part of the plan that leaned toward being unstable. When you dealt with too many people on the outside who knew about even just small pieces of the plan, things could be leaked. But again, all contingencies were thought out. And in fact, Max had some things leaked on purpose. For instance, he'd had the merchandise gather together in one of his warehouses, and he'd let it leak to Lucca exactly where. He also ignored the spies Lucca sent in. He wanted to make them think they hadn't been discovered, and weren't being observed or monitored, so they'd go back with the exact report Max meant them to. The report would include that there were indeed beautiful boys and girls locked up in a room in one of Max's more obscure warehouses, and that a large truck Max intended for transport was ready and waiting as well. Max watched as they took infrared pictures through the window of the door to the room to show Lucca the kids did exist. They also took pictures of the outside of the truck, most likely for identification purposes. They'd then be able to tell if Max intended on betraying them by switching the truck. Very clever of them.
The trucks were yet another expense about which he imagined his Asher commenting on.
"Fucking awesome! They look exactly alike! Even the scratches and dents! How did you do that?"
Another thing he let leak was information on the "farm" where an ongoing ready crop of "merchandise" was going to be coming from. A route wasn't a route if there was nobody using the road. To make this one work was a little trickier and another place where Hunter, along with Jasper, showed their amazing talents.
Today's technology pretty much dictated the flow of nearly all information. You really didn't exist if you were not traceable on some thread out there in cyberspace, no matter how obscure. Max relied on the intelligence of his team to keep his existence intact but only with the information he was willing to share. No self-respecting business man, principled or not, could actually believe any of it. But of course the government, on this continent or on any other, thought itself competent enough in their respective IT departments to think all of the firewalls and the encryptions one had to muscle through in order to actually get to that information made it as real as rain. Max chuckled at their efforts and their smug attitudes when it became clear they thought they had strong surveillance tactics in place due to their ability to hack. But it worked for him because they left him alone.
However, if it was difficult to keep information about a real person from falling into the wrong hands, it made it nearly a cake walk to let information about a nonexistent person fall into the right hands. Those hands, of course, being Lucca's. Oh yes, very clever, very sneaky Lucca thought he had the inside track.
It had taken no small effort on Max's team's part to create the persona of one Mr Greg Passon, a very busy man whose ties to the hush-hush organization simply known underground as "The Farm" were tenuous and fragile. "The Farm" was a top secret facility and had only been rumored to
At some point Max had to decide whether or not to change his appearance to go through with one part of the plan. There were no publicized pictures of him. He had always made sure of that. He'd never just go halfway again. Even Jackson had not taken a real good look at him that night. Jackson was always so full of himself he simply couldn't see anyone else. Max knew Lucca had probably seen him—and was likely to remember what he looked like—so he did have to take that into consideration. But the possibility anyone from the Red Dragon gang could recognize him was indefinable and it was one of the problems.
Step three—open the route.
That was the reason the route had to be real. He needed to open it to sell it.
The price? Asher returned alive.
He had hired all the "merchandise". It was the only part of the plan that leaned toward being unstable. When you dealt with too many people on the outside who knew about even just small pieces of the plan, things could be leaked. But again, all contingencies were thought out. And in fact, Max had some things leaked on purpose. For instance, he'd had the merchandise gather together in one of his warehouses, and he'd let it leak to Lucca exactly where. He also ignored the spies Lucca sent in. He wanted to make them think they hadn't been discovered, and weren't being observed or monitored, so they'd go back with the exact report Max meant them to. The report would include that there were indeed beautiful boys and girls locked up in a room in one of Max's more obscure warehouses, and that a large truck Max intended for transport was ready and waiting as well. Max watched as they took infrared pictures through the window of the door to the room to show Lucca the kids did exist. They also took pictures of the outside of the truck, most likely for identification purposes. They'd then be able to tell if Max intended on betraying them by switching the truck. Very clever of them.
The trucks were yet another expense about which he imagined his Asher commenting on.
"Fucking awesome! They look exactly alike! Even the scratches and dents! How did you do that?"
Another thing he let leak was information on the "farm" where an ongoing ready crop of "merchandise" was going to be coming from. A route wasn't a route if there was nobody using the road. To make this one work was a little trickier and another place where Hunter, along with Jasper, showed their amazing talents.
Today's technology pretty much dictated the flow of nearly all information. You really didn't exist if you were not traceable on some thread out there in cyberspace, no matter how obscure. Max relied on the intelligence of his team to keep his existence intact but only with the information he was willing to share. No self-respecting business man, principled or not, could actually believe any of it. But of course the government, on this continent or on any other, thought itself competent enough in their respective IT departments to think all of the firewalls and the encryptions one had to muscle through in order to actually get to that information made it as real as rain. Max chuckled at their efforts and their smug attitudes when it became clear they thought they had strong surveillance tactics in place due to their ability to hack. But it worked for him because they left him alone.
However, if it was difficult to keep information about a real person from falling into the wrong hands, it made it nearly a cake walk to let information about a nonexistent person fall into the right hands. Those hands, of course, being Lucca's. Oh yes, very clever, very sneaky Lucca thought he had the inside track.
It had taken no small effort on Max's team's part to create the persona of one Mr Greg Passon, a very busy man whose ties to the hush-hush organization simply known underground as "The Farm" were tenuous and fragile. "The Farm" was a top secret facility and had only been rumored to
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