AIN'T NO WAY YOU GUYS ARE STILL READING THIS ONE ITS SO BAD!!! I ONLY HAVE IT UP TO ADVERTISE MY NEW STORY HIS ESCAPE!
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"You must've got the wrong impression if you keep expecting to get away with shit like this, so let me...
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Yesterday was spent preparing and training for this mission. I've learned about every way to pick a lock, I can avoid unconsciousness from different attacks, and I also know every function of peephole cameras and tiny microphones.
The amount of gear I have right now could fill a tool belt if it wasn't all hidden. My purse has my disguised pocket knife, microphones and cameras hidden in tampon wrappers, and a gun in a secret compartment. If the purse is taken from me, I have extra gear in my bra.
A lot of people will be observing the dinner. We payed off a waiter to let us in and set up cameras. There are also two guys in the restaurant watching. Amir will be speaking to me through a small ear piece invisible to everyone. It is hidden behind some of the front cartilage attaching the ear.
Everything up to my makeup is strategic. I did it much differently so Malcom doesn't recognize me. My silk, black turtleneck dress doesn't allow my bra to look suspicious. My heels even have a small blade hidden in them.
I took the subway to the restaurant in case he has people watching outside. We have been set up here for days though. Our guys inside have confirmed that Mr. Schiavon is waiting for me at the table.
On my way into the building, I hear Valen speaking through Amir's microphone.
Mileva just remember, everything he will say about your parents is a lie. We can even look into it ourselves if you start to believe it.
He's right. As feasible as the lies will sound, it's all just to coerce me.
I walk into the restaurant to find Mr. Schiavon. I haven't been nervous up to this point. Everything before was planned out, but now I have to play a lot by ear.
I spot him in the dead middle of the place. He is in a dark blue suit. I walk over to our clothed table and take a seat.
"Good evening Mileva."
"You as well." I smile.
A waiter comes over to get our drink orders. I get a water, and he orders a whiskey.
"Have you dined here before?" He asks me.
"No. Do you recommend anything?"
"Well, I was going to ask you the same question."
I hate myself for finding that a little funny. I still have to fake the laugh though.
"I think I'll get the lamb chops. Whats catching your eye?"
Why is he being so casual about this? I can't tell if he's being genuine or if this is a terrifying game.
"The chicken risotto sounds amazing."
"That does sound good. I can almost guarantee it's not better than the risotto we have back home in Italy." He says, pronouncing risotto like a true Italian.
