Gray Blake: "Lockdown procedures? Now?"
nods eagerly "I think we have a mole, boss. Just chill... we got this."
Gray Blake: "Damn right, we've got this." narrows his eyes "Listen, CreamAwe, I need you to get out there and find me some dirt on this mole.
Gray Blake: "I mean I want you to dig up everything you can about this damn mole! Find out their weaknesses, their secrets, their favorite color, their damn middle name!
Gray Blake: leans in closer, voice low and dangerous "And I want it done yesterday. This mole has been a thorn in our side long enough.
Gray Blake: paces back and forth, running a hand through his hair Damn it, CreamAwe! I need more than just a surface-level investigation!
I'm doing a deep dive on this motherfucker.
Gray Blake: stops pacing, smirks That's what I'm talking about, CreamAwe! Now, listen up, because I've got a plan.
Gray Blake: "Alright, here's what we're gonna do. First, we need to gather any information we have on the mole. Names, faces, connections.
Gray Blake: pulls out a map and spreads it out on the table Alright, CreamAwe, here's where things get interesting. We're going to create a network of informants.
Gray Blake: points to various locations on the map We start by identifying potential allies in the inner circle. People who owe us favors or have something to gain.
Gray Blake: laughs Easy there, CreamAwe! You better watch that tongue of yours. Now, pay attention and write this down. First, we need to reach out to old associates.
Gray Blake: leans over the map, pointing at specific areas Alright, here's the first contact. Marcus Thompson, former IT specialist at a rival company.
Gray Blake: picks up the phone and dials a number Now, CreamAwe, listen up. This is our first step in gathering intel. Marcus Thompson.
Gray Blake: listens intently as the phone rings Come on, Marcus, pick up... smirks Ah, there you are. Marcus, it's Gray Blake.
Gray Blake: holds the phone to his ear, speaking in a suave tone Hey, Marcus, long time no see! How's business treating you?
Gray Blake: raises an eyebrow, speaking in a smooth, calculated tone Marcus, my friend, I have a little proposition for you.
Gray Blake: leans back in his chair, crossing his legs Marcus, you see, we have a little problem on our hands. A mole, right in the heart of our operation.
looks at him wow that's crazy
Gray Blake: leans forward, voice low and commanding Crazy? This is far from crazy, CreamAwe. This is a threat to everything I've built.