<b>January 7th 2021<br/>
10:42 AM<br/>
HMP Bronzefield, Ashford, Middlesex UK</b><br/><br/><i>Two choices huh? </i>Amber shrugged, shook her head at the picture, and then Gislebert/Blunt or whatever his name really was turned the next page and it was all she could do to keep from reacting as she decoded the first line of Morse in her head. If that was the first choice what was...<i>Oh... Well that's more like it. </i><br/><br/>"Of these two the first one is a definite no." She smiled sweetly and tapped the top line of dots and dashes with the middle finger of her right hand, as though she were considering the photo beneath it. This last one, though.... Kinda rings a bell." She raised an eyebrow.<br/><br/>So far as she could tell, if the guy was blackmailing her,  he  was going about it in a weird way. Telepathy wasn't a thing so far as she knew, so just thinking loudly wouldn't give anything away.<i>So, let's get this straight, he wants to get me out and join him in a heist. The way I see this, he needs me more than I need him. </i><br/><br/>"If I help finger this guy, what's in it for me?" There, cards on the table. "I mean, if I keep my nose clean I'll be out in another three years anyway." And then the bastard had better watch out. She didn't know the guy sitting across from her at the table from Adam, but the guy in the third photo was the brother of an ex girlfriend. She didn't buy GizzleBlunt's story for a second, but he definitely had sources if he'd come to her with this package. "If I help put this guy away, I want a deal!"