As you approach the doors of the conference room, the man at the door asks for your badge. When you indicate to him that you do, in fact, have a seat in this room, he directs you to your section. You sit in the room, surrounded by other dignitaries, and listen very closely through the headset attached to your seat, and follow along on the screen provided.
"You, and I do not always have control over everyone, Dahlia." Frederika's eyes narrow on the floor plan, she glares looking for structural weak points, and escape routes. "A team from the Housing Authority, they know blueprints like children know toys. Gas men?" She nods. "This may solve our problem. I am unsatisfied by our one opportunity to do this. We cannot overplay our hand."
"Did you intend to send both girls away? Tell her? We cannot tell her anything, we have to keep her conspicuously unaware. She knows that we know they are twins. She doesn't know that we know they are both loose ends. We have to fabricate some files for the politsiya to 'find'. We need a techie, someone who can whip something up that looks authentic. If we can fool one into meeting the other, because they think we are scanning their past, starting with the house. It could get them to both go running back to make sure they didn't leave anything incriminating behind."
You simple, unimaginative half-wit. Dahlia thought as she glared at Frederika and smirked, as ambiguously as she was able for a split second. "In your scenario you do understand that we would still be informing them? Taking credit for thoughts that are not your own informally is pathetic. Sandra López will be told their home will be a safe haven. Off the top of my head something along the lines of Blah, blah, blah, due to the passing of your mother and father insert appropriate name here, their unfortunate deaths, and sanctity of family. The Council refuses to desecrate their memories by taint the memories of the López family. Blah, blah, blah, this is a peace offering extended to the López family. It makes us look, dignified, civilized."
Сука! Пожалуйста. Frederika smirked, she knew that was fake. She had seen it growing up, she had seen it all her life, she made that face to someone before she walked in. "You, yourself Miss America. And your лучший друг Anarchy in the UK are chief, for this side project. Your countries are supposedly best in the field of Psychology, about time you prove it. I will be finding my own experts, and sitting a team that will вид, from a distance."
Frederika looked back to the layout of the López home. "My presence is only to be sure The Council can retaliate accordingly should we encounter anything unexpected. I was not an integral part of the plan. Why would I interfere?"
Frederika smirked continuing to look at the layout, pretending she had not heard exactly what she wanted to. Something about Dahlia bothered her, she liked to instigate things with her, in front of the rest of the Council was her pleasure but face to face felt sinfully good too. "There are more than a few places I have seen where we should plant explosives. They should not by any means be standard, which is going to require even more work. Since their home is on American soil, it would benefit the Council if I were to take over for the - combustible aspect of this scenario."