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R
ichter glanced up from his computer as Gerhard entered. “Is it done?”
“Yes, sir. Our people have cloned all their social media accounts using two of our Social Justice Warrior profiles built up over the past few years.”
He hated using two of the carefully crafted dummy social media profiles they had cultivated, but this opportunity was worth burning dozens if necessary. The dummy accounts were filled with myriads of posts about various social issues, but with nothing naming the poster, so they could be assigned to anyone.
They were expensive to create, time-consuming, but immensely valuable to the cause. “They’re already up?”
“Yes, sir. They’re completely public, and if anyone searches, they’ll find these profiles and think they’re rabid activists. It will be believable, at least for the short term.”
He pulled up one of the accounts on Facebook. “Short-term doubt is all we need. We just need a little delay.”
“Are you sure you want to do this? I still think this is risky.”
“It’s nothing that I’m worried about. As long as there’s no way for it to trace back to me, then I think it’s worth pursuing.”
“You’ll be destroying the reputations of two innocent people.”
He grunted. “For the greater good. Besides, with money like hers, they might be able to actually get it cleaned up. But they’re not my concern. I want that Bible. It will fund our operation for years. We’ll be able to save millions of animals, with none of the money traceable back to me.”
