Wanted

Allon's part

12/03/1772

The first thing I contributed to the plan was, obviously, to get the conman out of captivity. But the first real step that was important, or at least moved the plan forward, was breaking onto the judge's grounds. Days before we started with anything I took a stroll on the outside of the judge's perimeter. Looked for weak points, where we could enter without being seen. I wasn't as experienced with breaking into things as the conman, but Jackson had other plans for that guy. So I ended up freezing my ass off, sitting around outside during fucking november. But I guess I was the better option than that russian asshole or the moor, who both drew attention like nothing else in the world. Me, I was as conspicuous as a mouse. Had always been like that. In my childhood, that had been very useful. Avoiding punishments because I could hide better than the adults. Even though I always suspected that some of them helped me. But nowadays it was kinda frustating, to be fucking ignored when someone like Jackson was in the room. Someone who looked like you would expect a leader to look, a person you paid respect just because he looked capable. Not like me.

12/04/1772

Finally breaking onto the grounds was pretty damn satisfying, after planning out the perfect path for three goddamn days. The moor had been chosen to accompany me. Probably to make sure everything looked realistic. We waited in the cold until the conman gave us the signal and ventured across to the small chapel. We evaded the guards patroling instead of killing them, as I had expected Jackson to decide. That discussion was pretty funny. But I guess I am glad now, that he didn't tell me to kill them. Killing people is never easy, especially if those people are just paid guards that never hurt a soul. So we didn't kill those guards. Nice. As the moor and me ran up to the chapel, music sounded from inside, a female voice was singing quietly. The two of us looked at each other, nodded and silently entered the chapel. The woman and the small child turned around and I stepped up to them, my hands in the air, calming them. I started speaking hurriedly. Making sure my voice was clear, the words not possible to disinterpret, I ordered them to stay, turn to the wall, be quiet and wait a little. The moor activated the rigged painting, the colour started to drip and the moor ensured it looked realistic. The additional "fake blood" turned out to be unnecessary, and to be honest, Jackson planned way too excessively. The plan was very complicated and relied on way too many tiny-ass things actually working out. Things that sounded unlikely even in theory. But well, the painting worked really well and in combination with the pig eye the russian asshole purchased the day before, planted carefully on the altar, it looked like we had commited a murder. Looking at each other we had a heated silent discussion about who carried which woman, that the moor lost when I took my shotgun out, and fired both shots into the places we had agreed upon. And by doing that pressing the desicion, since I bascically just called the guards. Sending a sour look towards me, the moor gently took the elderly woman and wispered something to her. She just whimpered and looked terrified and confused, even when he kept trying to calm her. Which was the normal reaction to what they had just witnessed. I just hoped that the little girl had not understood what had happened. I crunched down to the little girl turned her towards me and explained what I was going to do. I promised that we wouldn't harm her or her mother and then picked her up. Carrying them from the grounds may sound impractical, but Jackson told us to make sure, that everyone who saw us would think we were carrying corpses. So we carried both scared women of the grounds towards the carriage that we arrived in. The horses had looked pretty cold and I felt pretty sorry for them and wished that we could have had sped things up a little. But we had to take our time, I don't think Jackson would be amused if we messed up, because I was worried about the russian lady's horses.
I told the two women to get into the carriage. And then the moor and I had quiet argument on who would be inside and who would be driving the carriage. Turns out, I hadn't fucking done any hard fucking work yet. Like the prick could even know what I had done! How fucking hard it was to order two people to do something at the same time! So while furiously mumbling and glaring I agreed to drive the carriage, while the moor got to go inside. If I fall unconcious on the ride, the joke would be on him. But we got back to the mainson safely, without me suffering any permanent damage. But let's just say I was quiet exhausted. But it was a good exhaustion, because after this the plan was in motion. And after this it is impossible to stop.