cast at home
Bishop entered the Downtown Kitchen at 16:50 and took a table in a corner, from where he could keep an eye on the whole room. He had considered meeting somewhere else or at a different time, but keeping up the act was crucial, since his plans were supposed to take their beginnings in the building of the Sacramento Bee. Thus it was imperative, that it seemed like this was a business dinner between co-workers...which it was, just not for the Bee.
It had taken the better part of six months, but Bishop was certain he had found the right four people, that could work as the four foundations for spinning a web, which given time and cultivation, could provide useful ressources for his work and the Guardians. He had fleshed out the project. He had run it around his head for weeks. Planned, revised, scrapped and retried. It was an iterative process. The chance of succeeding with it was, much like in most other things, proportional to the amount of careful planning and staying very much under the radar.
Now he was here. Planning was over. He had memorized the operation by heart and could cite it. No records of this had been created. It was all in his head. And it would remain there. Guardians rarely took notes. It was time, to run his project by his superior and ask for two things.
A compact server mainframe and intrusion into the heads of four members of the Sacramento Bees working staff.
Bishop took a seat, rehearsing his plans once more and keeping an eye out for people showing and unhealthy interest in his presence.