Exton

I made a series of phone calls in the early hours of last night. My contacts are as safe as I can possibly make them... none of them know me, by sight or by name. They're ordinary people who've crossed my path over the years, whom I've hypnotized and "programmed" with specific information, together with post-hypnotic commands that allow me some measure of control. They can't betray my secrets, for in their day-to-day lives, they're not even aware they possess the information. It's all very Mission Impossible, but in effect, I have a series of "sleepers" spread throughout the country, and the sound of my voice, even over the phone, is enough to activate their "programming".

Today while I slept, each of my contacts went to a specific bank and wire-transferred a specific sum from my account there to a specific bank in Exton; then, mission accomplished, they forgot all about the transaction. When I woke, I slipped out to the bank and turned these funds into a certified check. An hour later, I presented it to Mr. Hawkins. We're all listed on the deed - Nicholas Nekron; Raina Thorsson; Gary Underhill; and Carrie Wilde. Gareth and the old man worked together on our IDs, so that was airtight; and tonight we're the proud owners of a moderately-priced fixer-upper.

Can't wait to see Raina's face when I tell her….