<b>February 14th 2021<br/>
10:20 PM<br/>
Lisbon<br/>
<br/>
Tagging: Luca Amari</b><br/><br/>"A job." Gislebert replied. "A job I trust is best suited for a man with your...expertise."<br/>He stood and straightened his glasses again, an unconscious habit he had developed. "Details would be best discussed in places more," glance to the curious bartender, "private."<br/>Gislebert led the way out to his car.<br/><br/>.............................<br/><br/><b>March 9th 2021<br/>
11:46 PM<br/>
Cairo<br/>
<br/>
Tagging: Jerome Suger</b><br/><br/>Gislebert kept gaze on the man, the sane cautionary part of him was screaming alert to this choice, yet his ambitious logical mind won't let him back out. The Tick is the only man on the planet that can break into Troy, the world most sophisticated and complex safe, the man was vital and in-expendable. If the heist is to be a success the lunatic had to be on the team and under control.<br/>"And in exchange?" Jerome asked after a moment of frustrating silence.<br/>Gislebert smiled and reached into his cloak, producing a red little box.<br/><br/>.................................<br/><br/><b>28th Marc, 2021<br/>
10:05 AM<br/>
Unknown Warehouse, Middlesex, UK<br/>
<br/>
Tagging: Amber Lonsdale.</b><br/><br/>The warehouse was empty self for a bed at the middle and an old table by its side. He dressed the bed with clean sheets, then on the table he placed a small red box. Adjusting his glasses, he straightened and headed for the exit. A glance at the digital display on his wrist showed 10:15. In the next 30 minutes a van carrying the deceased body of Bronzefield's prisoner will be in the warehouse, Amber Lonsdale will be placed on the bed and left alone. Gislebert sighed satisfactorily, he had paid good money for her and trust the guards will keep to their end of the bargain.<br/>Inside the box she will find a new ID, new residential address fully paid and furnished with the keys within the folded paper. A picture of her enemy along with his residential address. And just to make things easy, a stack of cash to keep her firm till all preparations for the heist was done. He left a note, an instruction, not in codes this time.<br/><div style="text-align: center"><i>I will call you when i need you - <br/>
Professor</i>​</div>Adjusting his glass again, he made for his car.<br/><br/><br/><b>19th April, 2021<br/>
8:00 PM<br/>
Oliver's mansion, Lyndhurst, Hampshire. UK</b><br/><br/>Gislebert stared at the night sky, at the wonderful array of stars, marveling at the wonderful work of art. Mind flashing briefly back to old sermons of God and his infinite powers, his kindness and love and well...his hate and punishments for the unjust. Gislebert paused briefly wondering if he could still consider himself just with the heist.<br/>"I am not stealing anything," he defended "Here, I am the good guy, the hero. Surely you will back me." he said, eyes focused as if seeing the creator. He wasn't one to pray but with how impossible his quest looked he could need some divine assistance. "...but if you won't back me up...then please stay out of it."  He concluded.<br/>His phone beeped as a message entered. A confirmation that his courier had delivered his parcel. His crew, everyone he had contacted for the heist will find a parcel in their residence. A parcel containing the address of the mansion, its picture and the time of meet.<br/><div style="text-align: center"><i>#19 Bleak Lane, Lyndhurst, Hempshire.<br/>
1st May, 2021<br/>
9:am</i>​</div>