Morning all. Just running slow in the cold. I think it might be a thing for a bit. But at least the seasons have fully changed, which is nice. I can finally put away my summer clothes just in time for December. But for now, let’s just jump into the morning prompt. So timers set to fifteen minutes and let’s see what the brains throw onto the page.
I somehow suspect things will not go as Ian planned.
Thursday, November 30th: It was time to set the record straight.
It was time to set the record straight. Ian didn’t want to lie in the first place. In theory, he didn’t lie. He merely left off the last piece of data, cutting off the record before the details his superiors did not want added could make it into the packet for the investors.
He looked at the envelope in his hands. It was printed on a generic printer that could be found in any office on the sort of lightweight paper every office manager bought for general use. The envelope was a standard size and could be traced back to any number of offices as well. He made certain to get it from the general stock and not from any specific office.
He doubted anyone counted the envelopes daily and he knew that anything special would go directly to the office ordering it, to sit in their supply closet so it couldn’t be accidentally used by anyone else. To be extra safe he printed up the information and the label for the envelope from different computers and on different printers. He erased all traces of his printing and knew that soon the act of printing it would be buried in other documents, other printings and become untraceable.
In fact after printing he waited a full month for everything to be cleared from the system. To his delight an upgrade was called the day before. While important details were saved and transferred all of the history was cleared instead of backed up. It was lucky for him that the new software simply cleared out the irrelevant so that the systems could run more efficiently. It wasn’t something he anticipated but it made him feel better.
He knew that the information needed to get out before anyone got hurt but he knew if he was found to be the source of the information than he would not only lose his job but he would be branded as un-hireable elsewhere. It was a small select field and people talked. He wanted to do the right thing, but he had to protect himself too.
When Ian was certain he was in the clear as far as internal tracking went, he also made certain he was clear on externals as well. He made certain no finger prints were on the envelope or letter by coating hir fingertips in a protective layer of rubber cement glue. It dried to a nearly clear coat and no one was close enough to him to notice the slight discoloration during the short time he wore it. After printing and sealing the information in the envelope, Ian made certain to wear gloves. He was less concerned about exterior fingerprints as he knew many people would touch the outside before it reached his destination.
The stamps were picked up at one post office and he would walk the letter to a different post office to mail. As the temperatures were frigid, his gloves would go unnoticed. He just hoped that the people receiving the information acted on it quickly. There was still time before anything was set into motion. His precautions still left enough time for things to be stopped. He just hoped they would.
Ten til Midnight 