It took him a while to notice it, he had anticipated it would be there and prepared for it but then again, can't a man just hope for a cake? Placed at the corner of the wall, high up to the ceiling,  the hungry eyes of an Arlo Pro 4 stared at him. Now he had two pair of eyes on him, one from the one-way mirror and the other from the Security room upstairs. He opened his case and brought out his glasses, to the uninitiated, it was a normal medicated glass but...it was a kinky bit of tech he had picked up in the black markets at Colmar. Gislebert smiled as the reflective mirror turned transparent to his gaze, and the jailer at the other end clear as day.<br/><br/>Not wanting to rouse suspicion he turned from the guard to the chair, fingers played tap tap on the table as he waited patiently for her. He didn't have to wait long when she was brought in. Ah! Defiance! He could see it glistening in her eyes as she sat across him. Three years had done nothing to her stubborn mind and for that Gislebert thanked his stars.<br/><br/>"Morning Amber, my name is Blunt, Graham Blunt and I need your help, in return I might do you a favor to ease your time here." He began with the usual, knowing more than one ear was listening to him. He pulled out a document and slid it to her. On every page of the six page document was a picture of random folks that he was certain she knows nothing about. Above and under each picture there were lines meant to look like designs, but in reality and he was hoping she'd recognize it - were Morse codes.<br/><br/>First page read<br/><i>My name is Gislebert and <br/>
I can get you out before spring.</i><br/><br/>"Do you know the man on that picture?" he asked, his tone professional, eyes fixed on her, looking for a sign that she understood him