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</div><br/><br/>Its a wonder what silicone and a box of makeup can do. As Gislebert passed by a glass door in the hallway and caught his reflection he smiled approvingly to his work. Perhaps he should try a hand for prosthetics in the movie industry after the heist, just for fun of course, he won't be needing money then. He smiled and nod as a young jailer passed by him and waved greetings, chivalry still existed in England, apparently.<br/><br/><dl class="sv-accordion sv-accordion--bleft" data-duration="400" data-xf-init="sv-accordion" id="bbcode_accordionpost_344847_1" style="display:block;max-width: 90%;">
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</dl><br/><br/>Dressed in black suit, neatly polished brown oxfords and carrying a briefcase, he would pass for an English lawyer any day, and more so, his fake ID proved it. Gislebert followed his guide up the stairs, his mind racking all the way, taking to memory the number of security cams, guards, patrol posts, how many armed, how many males, females on duty..<br/><br/><dl class="sv-accordion sv-accordion--bleft" data-duration="400" data-xf-init="sv-accordion" id="bbcode_accordionpost_344847_2" style="display:block;max-width: 90%;">
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</dl><br/>"Barrister Blunt." The Warden greeted hand stretched for a shake, cutting off Gislebert from his note, he pulled a smile with ease and took the fair woman's hand. "Mrs Burrow, its a pleasure to finally meet you in person, congratulations on your new promotion, I believe these inmates will fare better under you."<br/><br/>"Thank you, I hope to be able to measure up to Rhodes," she answered with humility, yet Gislebert could hear the tiny voice of ambition in her eyes. "The man left footprints that are hard to recreate talk more outdo."<br/><br/>"True, Rhodes Bray was an ingenious man, stubborn as a bull yet calm as the sea before a storm." adjust his tie, "but you Cassy," he chose to use her first name for added effect, "have what Rhodes doesn't have, you are strong, resourceful, passionate about your work and just like the papers said, a burning desire to do what is right...not to add, graciously beautiful." He complimented, keeping eye contact.<br/><br/>"I um," she blushed laughing softly and Gislebert knew he had scored it. "...well thank you Edward, though i doubt I am that beautiful...you said you want to see one of my inmates?"<br/>"Yes, Amber Lonsdale...I am to defend someone accused of cybercrimes and the crumbs had led back to Amber."<br/>"You turn detective now?" she teased<br/>"Its all part of my job sadly.." he smiled back following her.<br/><br/>.................................................<br/>Warden Burrows led him to an interrogation room, a grim looking space with four white walls. No furniture self for the table at the center and the two chairs at opposite ends of the table. He entered the room and made himself comfortable on the chair, placed his brief case on the table, crossed a leg over the other and waited. He looked at the one-way mirror and again smiled, not to the Warden at the other side who was smiling back as if Gislebert could see her, but in appreciation of his art. He really did well on the prosthetics, even the real Barrister Graham Blunt will be confused. Sighing Gislebert concentrated on his task, things had gone as planned and soon he'll be in front of the greatest computer genius on the planet. It was now a matter of convincing her, he needed her expertise if he was to achieve his quest.