All in all, main operation was what Facade had swirling in mind, intellect busy to sort out mulitple ways to complete the task as he drove the car.
The impression of recent disclosure, the one that made Facade believe that Fiver was yet another bearer of the imposed destiny, hindered along.
Had he not involved himself in a duel of words, Fiver would be shunned as a typical villian to Facade.
Jeez, he's just ticked off by how I'm syncing with this darn system. To heck with him, I'll do everything it takes me to save Jebreel.
He shook his head over and over again, trying to smoke the weight out of his head. "Can't bother with that man." Puffing while he assorted his distorted speculation, Facade swiftly splashed the wheels through water.
Tsk...my day seemed longer than nights.
He privately complained, fretting over his exhausted day. A sudden jerk from brake, and his watch slipped to wrist, taking his minute attention from the windsheel.
"8:25!?" Facade's senses hit a bolt when read the flying seconds, rapidly realizing that his destination was far from his current location.
I'm only left with thirty minutes to nine?
He was supposed to fulfill the deployment task, the mission that Dan had reassigned to Facade after Fiver's refusal to be operated exactly at 9 o'clock. Skip a second, and the outcome would be inconclusive.
"How the hell could they give me missions over missions!?? Facade shouted at the car's interior, being ticked by how his seniors made him run multiple errands.
One of them was the recent operation, 'Iron Veil,' that left him with a crease on his forehead. Even though it turned out to be a blind achievement, the auxiliary mission deserted him with a widespread notice.
Facade pushed the accelerator to max, reaching the speed of one hundred and eighty kilometers per hour. While he blasted forward with full throttle, his thoughts were rewritten into another phase, undertaking the part that was diffused by elapsed events.
Had Jane, Mike, and Watson did their partin Operation Ear?
Facade was certain they had, but from his perspective, operation 'EAR' shouldn't be an average tire mission like it was, it must turn into an impossible feat—something that collapse one of group assigned to carry out operation EAR.
'E' stood for Eradicate, 'A' for All and 'R' for Royalties. The main reason behind the term was obvious from its unabbreviated form: to eradicate all the royalties who held separate grounds.
But within that three-worded phrase lay a mission to steal blueprints of royal habitats, structural awareness being more significant to Mansion than gold.
Anyhow, heed to any operation wasn't one of the defined rules, instead an order from the crown of Opulent Gargantuan, the mansion's sole possessor, Hood.
With the progress of EAR, an untold rumor circulated back in the Mansion, that there were a total of three compositions aside from Book I, The Moral Of The Nights.
The two, whose names were still shrouded in mystery, were not drafted by Hood, rather, scribed entirely by someone else.
It was enough to point out the supremacy of that unknown figure—he held equal position as Hood.
Except for gossips and groundless claims, their were untold principles.
Section V of Book I, The Moral Of The Nights: When a team is deployed on a mission, especially when it comes to below-ground expeditions, they are strictly prohibited from using the same passage for their retreat.
The clause itself felt like a warfare lesson when recited with severity; however, it conveyed a sense of authority when inked in action.
Facade had, once again, overheard the statement from strangers, carving the words in mind when he found them quite useful.
Screech!
The car drifted against the flat road when Facade turned a full spin, high momentum grinding the friction to keep its balance.
While deliberately considering the flashed data, he had forged a plan aside from the given deployment mission, one that must be completed in the same interval of time.
'Make the trio take the exit route other than the schemed one.'
But why force the three men into taking another passage if Facade, himself, was responsible for designing the entrance and exit layouts for the escort mission?
It was all because of the reevaluation of materials, imposing the authenticity of each proposed plan while leaving no room for false exceptions.
The golden stamp of an ancient sun, the symbol imprinted on the verified files was important to carry out any proposition given by the members of Mansion.
And for that to happen, the documents must pass through Hood's eye. Facade couldn't chance his odds to put forward a route that wasn't familiar even to himself, unwilling to collapse his prestige from a mere mistake.
The layout which he had drafted before delivering it to the council delegates outlined one entrance path from the gutter line and one exit path from the utility tunnel.
However, the layout that Facade wanted to follow was entrance from the gutter line but exiting from a bakery instead of the utility tunnel.
He had taken that same utility passage to exit a royal boundary, withdrawing after causing much wreckage in his former days. Not once, but multiple times. Although it was a single moment that made him realize the utility path wasn't a single one-way-out route; instead, there was a crossroad built inside the straight lane, splitting the narrowed passage into a fork.
It was totally concealed with a stone-block back then, layered with a dense coat of dust—it made him pull the hinderance, drag it and fix it to a random cavity.
He clearly recalled the night when he dozed off in a meeting with Lady Rose, leaving him with a penalty to work twofold the following day.
But in return for all the fined labor and tiring efforts, came a golden fruit, the bestowal of a new, hidden passage.
The fresh route was rich in both minerals and secrecy. Former meant a fortune, and latter meant a path far from Hood's circle of awareness.
The second was a glorious victory to Facade, as it could be utilized as a foundation for his schemes.


Okay then...
After brainstorming enough to revise all the transpired events, he sketched out a list for first-on-hand tasks in mind.
1. Complete your part in Operation 'EAR' by stealing the Mundand Family blueprints.
2. Destroy the Mundand Family (Personal Initiatives)
3. Let the three baits be caught red-handed (Personal Initiatives)
4. Rescue them and make them serve you (Personal Initiatives)
5. Turn yourself in (Personal Initiatives)
6. Rescue Jebreel (Personal Initiatives)
The first point was previously tailored with a straight line, indicating its success five days ago.
Only five left to complete, all that must be a solid win.
Facade sighed, navigating to the aimed location. Road divided and he took a turn— abrupt veer grating the rubber tires.
Skid!!!
Drift felt natural compared to its rasp. It echoed, it drummed, it vibrated until Facade organized the deranged noise.
Jeb--- reel---
"I know." Lips instantly parted the moment he grasped the words, expressions nothing but a quite sorrow when he answered.
Here it was—a summon. The same he thought were gone. Was he not aiming to save Jebreel? He had already made a precise plan, was already working day and night to accomplish them. Would it not be enough to save Jebreel? Is that what these forged whispers mean?
"I know..." Facade repeated, making his speech a way to turn a false claim of knowing—he truly don't know.