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Disclaimer: Disclaimer all characters belong just and only to the marvelous Caroline Kepnes, Netflix etc, I just own my sick ideas, lol

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Summary:
It's time for Bronte to set her plan in action, with some precious help... will it work?
Notes:
Hellooo, this time the chapter turned longer than I expected, hope you won't mind.
Thanks to everyone is reading this, unless you're bots... I don't know ^^'

Chapter III: Cut scene

Bronte’s POV

How do you do a bank transfer?
Easy peasy.
Go to your home banking, log in, select ‘bank transfers’, insert the addressee , dial the import…
Geez. That’s it.
Okay, we girls are famous for enjoying frantic crazy shopping, but… two hundreds thousands bucks?
Or even four ‘smaller’ bank transfers of fifty thousand dollars each?
Still a bit too showy.

I need help with that.
Oh Joe, you probably would know how to get away with that, but you’re not here to advise me.
However, there’s someone else who can.

I grab my mobile and dial a specific phone number, but said someone picks the call up at the first ring.

“Don’t ask me why, but I had the feeling you would have called me, Bronte.” Will chirps.

“Huh, really? Well, I know it’s been two days and you haven’t yet seen big numbers coming your way and, trust me, I really have the intention to pay you, but…” I am almost drawn in my own flood of words.

“Hey, hey, relax, take a breath!” He chuckles. “I know what the problem is.”

“Oh my, I’m so glad you understand, I just need to figure out a way to…”

“What about buying a house?” He interrupts me.

“What?! I don’t need any damn house to buy, I need to pay you and get unnoticed!”

“That’s the bloody point!” Will strikes back. “You can’t pay a perfect stranger for who knows what; but you’re a rich writer who needs her special place to write alone, in the peaceful beauty of nature, immersed in the green. That would be a reasonable purchase, not questionable at all, don’t you agree?”

“Yes, but how?”

“Just go to www.estates-for-all-tastes.com,” he instructs me.

I obey, but I can’t help chuckling.

“Sorry, but... it's a tongue twister!”

“I know, but it’s just the first thing that popped into my head!”

Wait a minute.

“Is it your creation?” I ask him for good measures.

“And to think Joe used to picture you like a brilliant, smart girl!”

“Hey!” I snap, but I know I just had to shut up, he’s the brilliant one, here, for sure.

“So, do you see anything of your interest? Maybe that house, composed of two floors, in Kansas City? Why don’t you pick that one and submit the earnest money, let’s say fifty thousand bucks?”

I do as told and the first part of the debt I owe to him is paid.

“You’re such a genius! In a few days I’ll pay the rest and I’ll become the owner of a perfect, idyllic villa… that doesn't exist!” I laugh with him.

“Alright. And before you ask, I’m already working at the document you asked for, just three more days and I’ll be done. We’ll keep in touch!” He ends the conversation.

Okay, let’s leave the clever Will to his job, I have one too.

I did some research these last few days, along with a ‘little’ purchase.

Just the time to wear a wig of long, blonde curls and a pair of heart shaped sunglasses with mirror lenses and I’m ready to go.

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“Please, guys, prove to me you're the most creative body shop in all New York!” I speak with two mechanics, trying to sound as hyper as I can.

“Well, it depends what you’re looking for,” one of them smiles at me.

“Something that will make all the Pimp my Ride staff pale in comparison!” I cheer, as they grow more and more curious. “I have an old van and I need you to turn it into something like this!”

Saying that, I hand them the pictures of a ADX Florence prisoner transport vehicle.

It’s unbelievable the amount of things you can find on the web, especially if you know where to search.

“Whoa, it’s big stuff!” one of the mechanics comments, astonished.

“I know, I know, it’s going to be something epic!” I giggle, acting like the ultimate spoiled bimbo. “It’s for our friend, it’s for a bachelorette party. She’s such a fan of Crime TV series and movies, especially when they are about this prison so just imagine the face she’ll make when we get there with this perfectly made up van, arresting her with fake handcuffs and stuff… This will drive her crazy!”

I lean closer enough to glance at their name tags.

“Please, please, please, Matt, Adam, tell me you can do this miracle!”

“Well, yes, we can, but it won’t be that easy, it won’t be cheap for sure, then we need time, we also have other priorities…” Adam tries to reason.

“Is fifteen thousand dollars in cash enough to make you go any faster?” I lower my glasses just enough to wink at them who stare at me dumbfounded, their jaws open.

“It’s Upper East Side bachelorette parties, baby! We go big or we don’t go!” I giggle again. “So, do we have a deal now?”

“We.. we can have it ready in two weeks, is it okay for you?” Matt asks me.

“I knew I was turning to the best team in town!” I grin. “I’ll send a towing service to bring you the vehicle this afternoon.”

I walk away much more relieved.

Another problem solved. For you.

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(Three days later)

“So, what do you think?” Will questions me as I inspect the application for transfer he just texted me.

His tone is eager, like a kid who’s proud ‘cos his parents came to see his baseball match.

Well, the kid is an extremely good player!

“Oh, my god! Bravo! It seems that it comes directly from the Government, with all the compiled parts, the agreement of the state of Colorado, all the signatures, the proper seals… it’s just perfect!” I applaud him. “Please, please, send it to Attica Correctional Facility sooner than now!”

“Easy, tiger!” Will chuckles. “I can do it, but we’d better add some details, such as that Mr. Goldberg must not be informed of this transfer until the very last day. It’s something he doesn’t have the right to decide.” He suggests.

“You’re right. We can also add that although nothing worrisome happened so far, Mr. Goldberg is such a dangerous subject and he could try anything. Despite their remarkable job so far, the surveillance of Attica Correctional Facility is not enough, ADX Florence could invest so much more time and resources in that.”

“Well, I found it flawless,” Will praises me. “See? We still need time to finalize everything. I’ll work on that again and show you when it’s ready.”

“That’s fine for me, also because we need time to set everything ready. The body shop has been working on the van for two days, hopefully they’ll have the job done even before two weeks!” I explain to him.

“That’s great. Anyway, Bronte, although you already explained to me what you’re planning to do, you still have to tell me how the hell you came up with such an idea!”

Okay, I feel I can trust him. It’s time to let him know.

“Okay, so far I haven't revealed that to anybody. Promise you won’t laugh!”

“I have no intentions to; I’m just curious.”

“Well, I don’t expect you to have read it, but I published a crime novel. In the end the detectives manage to catch the criminal and he ends up in jail; but I had also planned a cut scene.”

“A cut scene?” Will echoes me.

“Yep, a sort of open end, where the criminal manages to escape… thanks to a fake application for transfer! And I’ve done tons of research for that!”

“Wow. Never underestimate a writer’s power!” He chuckles, but turns serious the second after. “Geez, Bronte, this is bad, it exposes you too much. If your editor saw this draft…”

“That’s the best part. It’s something I actually never wrote, never showed to anyone, it remained only in my mind, because I wasn’t brave enough to even try to add that last part. And now I thank myself for that lack of courage!” I laugh with him.

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(Five days later)

I almost scream when I see the pic the body shop sent to me to show me their work in progress.

The front part of the van has been turned into a security prison transfer one, with all the logos and details, a perfect copy of the pictures I gave them.

The rear looks like just any commercial van, but there’s still time.

Oh, oh, it looks like it’s not the only news I'll get today, since my mobile is ringing.

“Please, please, Will, tell me something good!”

“Extremely good. Attica has already started their inspections and I intercepted everything, from the calls to the secretariat to the whole interview with the warden!”He brags.

“Oh my god, you’re the best!” I cheer.

“Yeah, I know, but let’s not let our guard down too quickly, they will go through it. I’m already setting everything up for the Consent Verification Hearings. I know trusted men for this and they owe me a favor.”

“Will, I’m so glad you know those kinds of people, I wouldn’t have known what to do without you.”

“Let’s not forget you’re the brilliant mind behind all this, Bronte.” He supports me.

“Yep, and my brilliant mind also suggests to inform Attica that this must remain a secret procedure, for no reason Attica must divulge any information to the media. ADX Florence needs to prevent any sabotage attempt.” I highly recommend.

“Wait, did you mistake me for a fool? Of course I’ve already warned Attica about that. Oh, and I've just seen the pic of the van you sent to me, it’s astonishing. Can’t wait for it to be fully done!”

“Yep, I’m growing so impatient, I want it to work, I really need it.” I bite my nails, not that he can’t see it, anyway.

“It will. We just must not transcurate any detail, even the smallest one. And we won’t, we’re such a great team, Bronte.” Will makes me feel better.

“We’ve already found the guys who can pretend to be the ADX Florence guards, we’re half way to having the van completed, I’m taking good care of every type of verifications from Attica, I'm two steps ahead of them…” He recaps.

It’s now or never.

“About the van, I need a little more favour. Do you perhaps know a very good stuntman who doesn’t get too squeamish about law and police?”

“Huh? Well, I could find someone, but.. why? Is there something else you have to tell me?” he grows curious.

“Will, I just think the cut scene is not enough. We need the king of all the cliffhangers!”

************* (In the meantime)

Joe’s POV

How long has it been since that letter from you?

Days? Weeks? Months?

I’m losing track of time here.

As I’m losing any interest in reading all those letters that keep coming, if they’re not coming from you.

Every day I glance at the pile, hoping there’s mail from, I don’t know, Fran Lyne Sieoul,
Linsey Flo Reuan, Sarine Olunfley.

Nothing at all.

Of course, I still pretend I like reading the letters; the guards observe me a lot here, I don't want them to find my behaviour suspicious for any reason.

But I keep wondering what’s going to happen.

I spend every day longing, I don’t even know for what!

Should I expect instructions on how to dig a tunnel with a spoon?
Should I expect something funny happening during my yard time?
Should I expect a sudden riot that works as a diversion?
Should I expect someone I have never seen before asking to pay a visit to me? Highly unlikely if you’re in solitary confinement.

Maybe I’ve seen too many crime movies. Or too few ones.

I’d better give up expecting something.

It looks like you had fooled me again, Bronte, filling me with hope for nothing.
Can you really be so damn cruel?
I can’t believe this is the real you.
Someone should lock you in a cage and teach you some manners.

Oh god, no.
You, in a cage. Me, in a cage. With you.
This evokes too many hot memories.
Our confessions. Our tears. Our souls, stripped.
Right before our entangled bodies.
The panting, the sweat, the relentless craving we had for each other.
Probably the best night of my life.

And I can’t even allow myself to enjoy some relief, because the fucking guards are watching.

It’s like they’re staring at me more often these last few days.
It’s like there is more going on through the hallways.
Or maybe it’s just my imagination raving.
Nothing is changing. Nothing ever will.

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(Two weeks later)

I hear someone banging at the bars and I barely have just the time to open my eyes.

“Wake up, Goldberg, this is an epic day for you!” One of the guards says.

Actually, there are three of them. Each one holding chains and padlocks. Lots of them.

I jump up, but they are faster and hold me back.

“Be quiet, Goldberg!”

“What the fuck is going on? Let me go!” I growl at them, wriggling, but it’s useless, they are very strong.

“Calm down and no one will get hurt!” One of them warns me.

“But I didn’t do anything!”

Well, here, in all these months.

“It looks like you won a one way ticket for Colorado!” Another one informs me.

What?

“That’s right, please, send a postcard from ADX Florence, once you’re there!” The third one laughs.

“Have I been transferred?” I ask them, as I feel the cold steel crossing my body, loop after loop.

“Government orders.” the first one explains.

Dammit, I can’t be transferred, not now that I must remain here, waiting for something weird to happen…

Oh.

Could it really be?

Naah, you could never manage to do something like this on your own, it must be a coincidence.

Here I am, dragged around, barely able to move my legs, arms and feet, as chained up as I am.

The hallway seems to never end, until I see the gate.

An armored prisoner transport vehicle is waiting outside with three other guards.

I feel like a relay baton, all passed around.

“Hi, new fellows!” I try to sound friendly, but they don’t even reply as they put me on the vehicle.

Well, that’s better, no social boundary to cross. Let’s just keep silent for the whole journey.

That's weird. Inside this van is nothing like I expected it to be: no police stuff, no systems communication or monitoring, it almost looks like a commercial van. But that' s not the point, Joe, you're going straight to a new kind of Hell, the kind of transportation doesn't matter.

We leave, going pretty fast, with lights and sirens to keep the road clear.

“I promise that after asking this, I’ll shut up for the rest of the ride, which means a whole day, more or less: you know, in Attica I used to have some privileges, such as books to read, am I allowed to get them in ADX Florence, as well?”

Silence again.

I already miss the Attica chatty dudes.

“I also hope the letters will be transferred to ADX, even better if they can communicate the new address…”

One of the guards glares at me, so I shrug, making a tingling noise and get ready to be quiet and silent for a long, long time.

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I have to admit I’m not checking the road, also because I can’t see anything from here, but at least I can check one of the guards’ watches, so I’m aware of the duration of the journey.

That’s why I find it pretty odd that the vehicle stopped after only four hours of travel.

Restroom break for all of us, maybe?

“Quick, let’s go, let’s go!” One of the guards finally spoke, but they all seem to be very agitated.

“What the hell is going o… hey!” I snap, when they throw me off the vehicle, not very gently, but, c’mon, I had much worse.

Even weirdest is the fact that the guards run inside a car and disappear, while the prisoner transport vehicle drives away as fast as the driver can.

They abandoned me here, all alone.

Where the fuck am I?

As I laboriously try to get up, all I can see is grass, bushes, trees, lots of them, dirt, mud, and I can hear from afar a watery noise, maybe a river?

Wait, the hell with that. Lost or not, I’m free.
Again.

I carefully move around, trying to find an exit from this wood, forest or whatever it is, when I hear footsteps behind me.

Fuck.
Some cops must be already here and the footsteps grow closer and closer.

Running is not an option, these damn chains barely allow me to move.

I hide behind a tree and close my eyes, waiting for my fate, probably even worse than what I had so far.

“Hi, sneaky little shit!”

Oooooh, I know this voice.
Correction. I love this voice.
I never hoped I could hear it again one day.
I turn as fast as I can and there you are, Bronte, waving your hand, smiling at me.
Your red hair, blown by the wind.
Your blue eyes sparkling.
Not to mention all the brightness you emanate.
You’re even more beautiful than I recalled.
Are you real, or just a dream?
Is this just happening only in my head?
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TBC
Notes:
I spent almost a week dreading that for any reason the police could find my Google Chronology and send me to jail! The amount of research I did for this chapter is sick! XD
Little reminder: this is fanfiction, anything can happen, so please, close an eye on some facts! XD
Also, pleeeeeease, show Will some love, I’m really fond of that character!
I hadn’t planned this BROTP between him and Bronte, but I like it a lot ^^’
I have the feeling many of you won’t like this decision, but, hey, imho season 5 had too much politically correct at the end, I needed this ;P
anyway, feel free to tell me anything, good or bad stuff, I can take it and I promise I won’t send Joe after you, LOL
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