FBI - Perks of the Job (M+/F)

Postby LordNelson » Tue Oct 20, 2015 4:12 pm

Quantico, the legendary training facility of the FBI. The home of spies, real spies, not the sort you see on TV and in the movies.

When Miss Camille Reynard was selected to be France’s representative in the Foreign Operative Program she beat out dozens of others for the position. The FBI had finally realized that Americans with fake accents were not as effective as natives who fit in because it was their home. They began to recruit around the world.

Miss Reynard had completed the 10 week training course at Quantico, the FBI National Academy in Virginia, and returned to France to start her work as a covert operative. Unfortunately spies, real spies, don’t have an exciting life like the ones on TV. Their duties are mostly clerical, gathering data and keeping track of persons of interest.

So far her six months on the job had been rather boring and Camille was wondering if she had made a mistake joining the Bureau. She rarely left the office and when she did there was no intrigue. The only activity that had been even remotely covert was the day she left early without asking permission to attend a dentist appointment. Then an assignment was dropped onto her desk that promised to be interesting.

On the outskirts of Paris a group of recent immigrants had rented a house. One was suspected to have ties to a terrorist group. Camille’s job was to determine how many individuals were in the house. It was her first field assignment and she was excited.

In the morning she parked her car to observe the house. People came and went and it was soon obvious to her that this had no bearing on how many were inside. Camille needed to get in and have a look around.

Her briefing had clearly stated that she was not to make contact or expose herself in any way that might alert the suspects to the fact that they were under surveillance. Contrary to those instructions her training had taught her that sometimes one had to improvise. She chose to improvise.

Camille went to the Office of Immigration and asked to see copies of all of their standard forms. She selected one that was an application for a health insurance program and took a dozen with her. Upon returning to the house she confidently walked up to the door and rang the bell. A tall bearded man opened it.

‘Hello, I’m from the Office of Immigration. We are doing a follow up on all recent arrivals and as part of our service we would like you to fill out a form that provides you with free health insurance. All we require is a few minutes of your time to fill out a form for each resident of the house.’

Camille had determined that rather than do anything to arouse suspicion they would fill out the forms and send her on her way. She was right. She was invited in and everyone gathered around to be given a form.

She immediately noticed that there were eight men rather than the five she had observed earlier. They all seemed to be pleased that a pretty woman would be visiting and they were very cooperative. Then Camille dropped one of the forms to the floor.

When Camille bent over to pick it up her FBI security pass, which she had tucked into her blouse, swung out on the end of the lanyard. When she straightened up it was in plain view.

Many hands grabbed her arms and another clamped over her mouth. After a minute of animated discussion in a language she didn’t understand they dragged her down into the basement where they tied her to the wall and gagged her.

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‘Now that we have been compromised we must leave’ the one who appeared to be the leader told her. ‘We wish you no harm so we are going to leave you here. Your office must know where you are and when you don’t report in they will come for you. Have a nice day.’

He departed. Camille tested her bonds but it was useless. She was securely restrained and would have to wait, probably for hours, to be rescued. Once she accepted her fate she realized that this wasn’t so bad. She had an exciting encounter with dangerous enemy agents which is what she had hoped for even though the outcome wasn’t quite what she expected.

She tugged at the ropes and rather liked the way it felt to be captive. Being bound and gagged and helpless was exhilarating and she didn’t mind it at all. She wasn’t in any hurry to be rescued and planned to enjoy every minute of her captivity. If she didn’t get fired for her mistake this was one perk of the job she would look forward to enjoying again.

Re: FBI - Perks of the Job (M+/F)

Postby .... » Tue Oct 20, 2015 4:49 pm

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Re: FBI - Perks of the Job (M+/F)

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Re: FBI - Perks of the Job (M+/F)

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