Oh, and of course, three more days before the first phase of your plan begins. And only one element was out of place so far. Only a minor, optional element, sure. But still a good insurance policy to have kicking around for Plan B. Or at least he would be, if he actually fucking met up to confirm his status any fucking century now. Motherfucker better come through, you swear to Christ. You really don’t like it when your pieces start getting uppity.