502 The master plan.
All of Blake’s plans would be for naught if he didn’t know when the target would be leaving the city; his plan was to force him to leave.
Right now, everyone monitoring him had noticed the pattern of taking a day off after 2 days of work, So Blake was planning on using it to his advantage.
Early in the morning the next day, Blake visited a flower shop to purchase flowers for his plan.
“Welcome, how may I be of help?” The old florist asked with a warm smile.
“I am from Calton city and I have heard a lot about the beautiful flowers that grow in this region. I would like to see them and buy some for my friends back at Calton.” Blake said.
“I would be more than glad, please follow me.” The florist said as she took Blake on a tour around the shop.
After receiving a lecture that last for close to half an hour, Blake made a very large purchase that literally left the shop empty. This shocked the old florist and moved her to tears.
Due to the low standard of living in Duststar that kept on getting worse as the day went by, the demand for flowers and plants was very low; and to make matters worse the noble would rather import the flowers than buy them from commoners.
At that point, all she just wanted to do was reduce her loss before closing her shop for good and finding a better trade. Now that Blake had literally emptied her stock she was over the moon.
.....
“I will get some people to come and pick it up.” Blake said to the woman who continued thanking him.
He left the flower shop and headed for the west side of the city to meet with a transportation company.
Just a few minutes after he left the store, 3 men walked into the flower store.
“What did he come here to do?” The 3 men asked.
The old florist turned to see the 3 men, and immediately she knew that they were from the local gang in the area. So she wasted no time answering their questions.
“He came here and asked me to show him some flowers that he wanted to buy for his friends in Calton.” The woman explained.
The 3 gang members looked at each other before looking around the shop to see packaged flowers.
It was more than evident that she was telling the truth. So they left the store and reported it to their boss.
…
Once Blake got to the transport company, he asked to meet the boss.
“How may I be of help?” The boss asked.
“I want to employ your company to transport a carriage worth of plants to Calton city.” Blake answered.
“We can do that.” The boss’s face of the boss lightened up at the mention of business. “What day and time would you want the journey to begin.”
“I am sending it to my friends, but I still need to get their confirmation before I send it. So I don’t know yet.” Blake said causing the boss to frown.
‘Then why don’t you meet me when you are ready to send it, why waste my time?!’ The boss cursed at Blake but didn’t dare to say it out.
“So why don’t you meet us when you have gotten the confirmation?” The boss said in a polite manner.
Even though the customer was annoying, Blake was still a potential customer so he didn’t want to lose him to his competitors.
“That is the problem. I have already purchased the flowers and I have nowhere to store them. So I want you guys to store it for me and I will foot the bills.” Blake said.
“That wouldn’t be a problem at all.” Once again, the boss’s face lit up because the more time the flowers were stored, the more money he would be receiving.
“I have one more request.” Blake said. “I want the carriage that would transport it to be on standby and ready to move at any time per my request, and yes I would also be paying for that.”
“That wouldn’t be an issue.” The boss couldn’t help but smile as coins continued rolling in.
After making all the necessary payments, he gave them the address of the flower shop so that they could pick up the flowers.
Once all that was complete, Jerry transported him to the western wall.
Unlike the southern wall where he interrogated only a few ash corps, Blake was interrogating everyone on the western wall.
This time, Blake’s questioning had become aggressive, and he would twist their words to make commit even more mistakes.
This alerted all those watching from the shadows. For Blake to be this aggressive, it either meant that he had been given a deadline that was about to elapse or that he had found a lead and was waiting for someone to break.
The chances of the former happening were very low, especially since had only been in the city for less than 2 weeks.
As for the latter, the chances of it happening were very high especially since almost every ash corp at the borders was corrupt.
The next day, Blake visited the eastern wall before moving to the northern wall later in the day.
By the time he was done, it was already evening and Blake began returning to his hotel.
…
Once he was informed that Blake was making his way back to his hotel, the target whose hotel was at the east decided it was the perfect time to leave the city.
It was Blake’s second day of being active, meaning the next day was his day off. So, it was best he left because he felt this was the silence before the storm.
502 The master plan.
All of Blake’s plans would be for naught if he didn’t know when the target would be leaving the city; his plan was to force him to leave.
Right now, everyone monitoring him had noticed the pattern of taking a day off after 2 days of work, So Blake was planning on using it to his advantage.
Early in the morning the next day, Blake visited a flower shop to purchase flowers for his plan.
“Welcome, how may I be of help?” The old florist asked with a warm smile.
“I am from Calton city and I have heard a lot about the beautiful flowers that grow in this region. I would like to see them and buy some for my friends back at Calton.” Blake said.
“I would be more than glad, please follow me.” The florist said as she took Blake on a tour around the shop.
After receiving a lecture that last for close to half an hour, Blake made a very large purchase that literally left the shop empty. This shocked the old florist and moved her to tears.
Due to the low standard of living in Duststar that kept on getting worse as the day went by, the demand for flowers and plants was very low; and to make matters worse the noble would rather import the flowers than buy them from commoners.
At that point, all she just wanted to do was reduce her loss before closing her shop for good and finding a better trade. Now that Blake had literally emptied her stock she was over the moon.
.....
“I will get some people to come and pick it up.” Blake said to the woman who continued thanking him.
He left the flower shop and headed for the west side of the city to meet with a transportation company.
Just a few minutes after he left the store, 3 men walked into the flower store.
“What did he come here to do?” The 3 men asked.
The old florist turned to see the 3 men, and immediately she knew that they were from the local gang in the area. So she wasted no time answering their questions.
“He came here and asked me to show him some flowers that he wanted to buy for his friends in Calton.” The woman explained.
The 3 gang members looked at each other before looking around the shop to see packaged flowers.
It was more than evident that she was telling the truth. So they left the store and reported it to their boss.
…
Once Blake got to the transport company, he asked to meet the boss.
“How may I be of help?” The boss asked.
“I want to employ your company to transport a carriage worth of plants to Calton city.” Blake answered.
“We can do that.” The boss’s face of the boss lightened up at the mention of business. “What day and time would you want the journey to begin.”
“I am sending it to my friends, but I still need to get their confirmation before I send it. So I don’t know yet.” Blake said causing the boss to frown.
‘Then why don’t you meet me when you are ready to send it, why waste my time?!’ The boss cursed at Blake but didn’t dare to say it out.
“So why don’t you meet us when you have gotten the confirmation?” The boss said in a polite manner.
Even though the customer was annoying, Blake was still a potential customer so he didn’t want to lose him to his competitors.
“That is the problem. I have already purchased the flowers and I have nowhere to store them. So I want you guys to store it for me and I will foot the bills.” Blake said.
“That wouldn’t be a problem at all.” Once again, the boss’s face lit up because the more time the flowers were stored, the more money he would be receiving.
“I have one more request.” Blake said. “I want the carriage that would transport it to be on standby and ready to move at any time per my request, and yes I would also be paying for that.”
“That wouldn’t be an issue.” The boss couldn’t help but smile as coins continued rolling in.
After making all the necessary payments, he gave them the address of the flower shop so that they could pick up the flowers.
Once all that was complete, Jerry transported him to the western wall.
Unlike the southern wall where he interrogated only a few ash corps, Blake was interrogating everyone on the western wall.
This time, Blake’s questioning had become aggressive, and he would twist their words to make commit even more mistakes.
This alerted all those watching from the shadows. For Blake to be this aggressive, it either meant that he had been given a deadline that was about to elapse or that he had found a lead and was waiting for someone to break.
The chances of the former happening were very low, especially since had only been in the city for less than 2 weeks.
As for the latter, the chances of it happening were very high especially since almost every ash corp at the borders was corrupt.
The next day, Blake visited the eastern wall before moving to the northern wall later in the day.
By the time he was done, it was already evening and Blake began returning to his hotel.
…
Once he was informed that Blake was making his way back to his hotel, the target whose hotel was at the east decided it was the perfect time to leave the city.
It was Blake’s second day of being active, meaning the next day was his day off. So, it was best he left because he felt this was the silence before the storm.
