Ba'al can be surprisingly patient and by extension, so is Hadad. He seems not bothered by the lack of progress. Though there are hints of amusement on his face when Mike seems nervous.
So, what has Mike done with his information? "Your source has quite the creative vocabulary." He briefly wonders if he came up with that himself or found someone, not that it matters terribly. The under formatted mess has all the right details while still seeming scattered and scrounged. It's actually quite impressive, as a cover. Oh, he's keeping Mike.
He took a moment to appear deep in thought over the information. Then, "Contact the FBI. Tell them I suspect I was sold stolen paintings. Have them send someone to inspect them. If they are indeed stolen, I will gladly turn them over and pass along all the information I have on the seller." He passes the phone back to Mike. "Excellent work."
After that, he will slowly allow Mike peeks at smaller the less than legal activities he's involved in. Every one has plausible deniability and a contingency to work with investigators. Cooperative and accommodating without showing all his cards. A general air of having nothing to hide while they're bodies buried in the backyard.
Eventually, he lets Mike walk-in at the tail end of some calls that hint at his other business. He hasn't shown a hint of a temper or anything beyond mild annoyance while around Mike and his 'legitimate' business. But one day, at the end of one those calls there is absolute fury. It comes out in his body language and voice. He doesn't yell but there is a deadly and threatening edge to his voice. "I will be there shortly," sounds more like a promise to kill someone.
"I'm leaving for the day. Feel free to take the rest of the day off." He tells Mike then leaves, without a driver.
He goes home, changes out of his suit and into street clothing then takes the most common and least flashy car he has. He switches cars twice on the way. His ultimate destination is a junkyard. There are men with guns waiting for him outside the main garage. They threat him with a cautious fear and respect when he passes. Then he disappears into the garage.
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Date: 2018-08-18 04:05 pm (UTC)So, what has Mike done with his information? "Your source has quite the creative vocabulary." He briefly wonders if he came up with that himself or found someone, not that it matters terribly. The under formatted mess has all the right details while still seeming scattered and scrounged. It's actually quite impressive, as a cover. Oh, he's keeping Mike.
He took a moment to appear deep in thought over the information. Then, "Contact the FBI. Tell them I suspect I was sold stolen paintings. Have them send someone to inspect them. If they are indeed stolen, I will gladly turn them over and pass along all the information I have on the seller." He passes the phone back to Mike. "Excellent work."
After that, he will slowly allow Mike peeks at smaller the less than legal activities he's involved in. Every one has plausible deniability and a contingency to work with investigators. Cooperative and accommodating without showing all his cards. A general air of having nothing to hide while they're bodies buried in the backyard.
Eventually, he lets Mike walk-in at the tail end of some calls that hint at his other business. He hasn't shown a hint of a temper or anything beyond mild annoyance while around Mike and his 'legitimate' business. But one day, at the end of one those calls there is absolute fury. It comes out in his body language and voice. He doesn't yell but there is a deadly and threatening edge to his voice. "I will be there shortly," sounds more like a promise to kill someone.
"I'm leaving for the day. Feel free to take the rest of the day off." He tells Mike then leaves, without a driver.
He goes home, changes out of his suit and into street clothing then takes the most common and least flashy car he has. He switches cars twice on the way. His ultimate destination is a junkyard. There are men with guns waiting for him outside the main garage. They threat him with a cautious fear and respect when he passes. Then he disappears into the garage.