Deliverence

Who: Brett
Where: The Echo
When: Afternoon

He'd considered waiting until after the day was done, but he wanted to get this going now. It would be riskier at this time, he knew, but he was relying on the fact that there were people all over the place, and he wasn't going to be face to face with the people who would end up with the information he was giving out. Hopefully, he was providing enough that any nosey and inquisitive reporter would be too busy acting on the dirt, than trying to trace down the delivery boy.

He'd spent all day at the copy shop - getting there even before it opened that morning. His typing was shit and he wasn't copying everything out by hand, it would take far too long. So chemical copies it was. Messy, time consuming, but not so much as any other way of making duplicates of existing material. He'd paid the storekeeper off well to keep his mouth shut and not look too hard at what was being copied.

He'd kept the originals, and the copies he had in three plain brown envelopes. One was addressed to the editor, the other to a reporter whose name had caught his eye. She seemed to him to be a good bet: Hero Madison. The third envelope was just addressed to the Echo generally, in the hope that maybe it would be opened by a random person. Three envelopes. three chances to bring the Commissioner down: and there was more than enough dirt there to bring him down in flames. Mob involvement, corruption, bribes, dirty deals. over a number of years.

And Brett wanted the guy to pay.

As he walked along one of the corridors of the Echo, trying to blend in, he saw a boy with a post cart coming the other way. He didn't even glance at the guy as he casually dropped the envelopes into the cart and just kept on walking, turning the first corner he could. There, that should get them on their way. Job down, he found his way to the stairs and headed on out.