It was like being an actor. The idiots in Hollywood thought they were so great pretending to be someone else—they should try doing it when their very freedom and lives depended on it. They had no idea, though Rodney guessed that he had the drop on them because he was acting himself. Or his previous self, at least. It felt like Rodney Fraser was some dude he had read about in history. His previous life was far removed from where he was now. And where he was now was something pretty spectacular. The more he thought about it, the more his stomach flipped. The plans he had been formulating had been intense, but these new instructions for the cell were a real switch on what they had been working on. His boys he could contact easily enough, but Heider’s cell was another matter. Security dictated that they keep apart, with Mummar and Heider as the only link between them. That was why he had helped the fool get an apartment here. Rodney did not like Heider.
