To get to the very top of any business usually takes a lot of hard work, dedication, sacrifices and commitment. However there are less orthodox ways for you to succeed for a fraction of the time if it is required. This usually is a choice that is fairly simple for the majority of people who live normal, honest lives; however the life of a person undercover never follows the simple path to success and freedom.
“You think you are up to the job?” I heard from my superior, Ms Harriet Forester.
The curvy brunette looked up at me from her desk through her glasses. She was mid 40s in age and leader of the organisation I worked for; an organisation I had to keep quiet from everyone who knew me outside of this office block. To my friends, family, neighbours and acquaintances I was an estate agent who occasionally got a large amount of commission when an expensive house was successfully sold. This was a brilliant excuse to use when explaining why I was gone for days on occasion and my bank account had 7 figures in it.
As I shook Harriet’s hand I placed my badge on the desk, accepting the task she had left completely to me. I was granted permission to use any force necessary in order to capture each and every member of the Malone girls gang whose operation was suspicious. On the outside they appeared to be a part of a hugely successful insurance office, however as often with this type of operation; a deeper, darker truth hid behind the girl’s extensive wealth. Fraud, Robbery, Phone-hacking, bribery all had their importance. They were an unknown nuisance to this city and finally, after years of researching them, stalking them and working for them it was decided that it was the right time to bring down as many as possible from the inside.
I myself had enjoyed a fairly successful few years deep in the middle of this organisation. I was undercover and enjoyed being the inside view. I had gained their trust and respect and after starting off as a ‘clerk’, had earned several promotions to become third in the pecking order. I knew how this place ran, most things went through me so I was fairly confident I would be one of the last few people they would expect to be betraying them.
The opening day.
I looked out of my window at the people outside of my office with a cup of tea in hand, trying to picture which one of the women would be best to pick off first. For me, I looked at it a lot like a predator in the wild. The weaker, less important members were important to begin with. This place was built on trust. They wouldn’t be missed if they didn’t show up as they were viewed as cannon fodder for other gangs and organisations.
I enjoyed the view from this office. Being upstairs on the floor this operation rented I could look down and watch each of the women work. I also had the privacy and quiet of my own room to strategize and think about my task. Suddenly I spotted something and grabbed my coat and my bag.
I followed three girls a distance behind them all the way to the underground car park. Being in a fairly quiet area, fields surrounded three of the four sides of this building. Many times I had spotted groups of the women, conversing by the cars in an attempt to get free time off work as the area featured no security or cameras of any kind. I watched as they leaned on 2 cars, oblivious to my encroaching presence behind them. I checked around double, triple checking there were no potential witnesses before I pulled out my tranquiliser gun. Heart beating, a tense feeling filling my stomach I quickly lined up three shots.
My training of how to fire weapons had served me well and it wasn’t long before the three women were collapsing unconscious on the floor, hidden between two cars and from view on three sides. A quick first bump later I put my gun away and strolled slowly over to them. Still nobody came.
“What a catch” I whispered to myself, opening up the trunk of my large 4x4 and dumping them in. With that dosage they would be out for hours, giving me time to prepare them how I wanted as I shut the door and drove off towards home.