Over her head, undercover (closed)

[Gamina]

"Good Job Rookie"

The jolly voice of Chief Regan barely registered in the ears of Sarah, as the two of them were sipping on coffee while looking through the one way mirror glass of their interogation room. While they waited what seemed to be a very uncomfortable amount of time for the Special Agent to start questioning the criminal, Sarah thought about what a shitshow her day had been.


Her partner had called in sick this morning, forcing her to patrol the streets of their little rural town solo. The chief had suggested she could stay at the office, working on paperwork as things had gotten a little crazy this summer. But off course she couldn't accept it. She had to proof that she was just as good as anyone of the guys at the station.

She also knew that when she saw the sports car not make a full stop before turning right at the red light that her partner would have told her not to bother. The guy wasn't speeding, and there was nobody on the road. Plus rich guys usually involve lawyers and made the county spend more money persuing the fine, than the fine was worth. But off course she had flipt on her lights and stopped the man When he told her he was goint to retrieve his papers from the glovebox, she was taken aback from his attitude, most people asked if it was okay to reach for it, and when the glovecompartment opened and she saw the polished wood handle of what appeared to be a gun . ( it turned out to be the handle of a screwdriver) she had reached for her gun and shot the guy. Luckily for her she had switched around her belt that morning thinking it would be better since she would approach the cars from the other side as usual being alone, and instead of shooting him with her gun she had only tasered the man.

It was in the midst of that confusion that Agent MacCalister and his partner swooped in and planted a gun and coke in the car. Telling her to just play along and happily fail forward into her career. Apparently that guy was some bigshot in the City's organised crime and this bust would fast track her career, as long as off course, she remembered that her actions were not only warranted, but also totally legitimate.

"So Roman, are you going to die in custody like most of your associate have done when caught?"

Agent McCalister said calmly, shocking the two small town cops on the other side of the Mirror. Even if it did not seem to shock the man in front of him. After a second or two the agent slid a folder towards the criminal.

"Or are you going to save yourself, by helping us shutting down your organisation? "

In the forlder was a standard amnesty document used to recruit criminals to become protected sources.

 

[ericrodman101]

Sarah. That was her fucking name. Sarah Something. Officer Sarah. Agent Sarah? Fuck!

She'd tasered him. Pulled him over on the edge of town, leaned into the car window, all tight blue police blouse and teeth and tits, and fucking tasered him. Hurt like fuck. Hurt like nothing he'd ever felt before. And then the interrogation. No first aid. Tasered and bundled into the cop car, then interrogated, in that featureless room under the lights. Interrogated by that bastard MacCalister. Alone. Agent Sarah Fuck-something was nowhere to be seen.

He knew MacCalister, by reputation mostly. And a little by sight. At a distance. A reputation for doing anything, legal or illegal, to get his way.

Roman’s immediate problem, however, was the gun and the coke. A fucking unregistered gun and cocaine. MacCalister hadn’t been with Agent Sarah McFucktoy when she’d pulled him over. And then out of nowhere, MacCalister and his goons were everywhere, pulling a gun and coke out of their asses, holding them up like he’d won first prize on the shooting range at the State Fair, that fucking evil glint in his eye which said everything about the trick he’d pulled. As if I, Roman Novotny, stepson of Igor Novotny, would be so fucking stupid as to carry an unregistered gun and cocaine in a car that attracted the attention of every fucking low IQ police officer in the state.

And now MacCalister, still with that stupid fucking glint in his eye, was putting the proposition. “Do you want to die in custody?” Jesus, you fucking fruitcake, Roman thought. Yeah. Sure. Who doesn’t want to die in custody?

But it was the folder that pushed Roman to the edge.

“You want me to sign an amnesty document? A fucking amnesty document. With my name on it. I’m gonna die, MacCalister,” Roman said, “but it won’t be in custody.”

No, he thought. It will be somewhere on a lonely road in my burning car with a bullet in the back of the head.

Bur what could he do but sign? They had him. It was oh so easy. MacCalister and that whore Agent Sarah. Roman remembered the smart look on her face, like some high school kid who’d fluked an exam. How old was she anyway? She looked like the work experience kid.

Roman read through the amnesty again. “Help you,” he said, reaching for the pen. Help myself more like it, he thought. Two can play at this game. “I hope you haven’t touched my fucking car.”

 

[Gamina]

Sarah's gut was knotted tight as they watched the interogation. At one side she was happy that she had a hand in taking a dangerous criminal off the streets, but she was afraid that he would fight the charges and somehow this situation would blow up in there face.

"It's a good thing that you went for the taser on this one."The Chief said pulling out of her revery, her confused look clearly showing she did not understand the Chiefs point. So he just smiled and continued. " While it would have been a clear justified shooting. The Novotny's aren't only known to kill any potential witness against them. They also always retaliate when you hit one of them. " The man looked as if he was shaking in his boots at the thought. "We would have been slaughtered." He said and it was clear he was not joking.

As Sarah felt a chill pass through her spine, she turned her attention back on the room in time to see Roman reading through the folder he had recieved from MacCalister. For a moment the agent kept quite but then he said.

"I am going to pair you up with an agent. He is very good at his job, and with you vouching for him, who knows, you might finaly be able to take some revenge on your stepdad."



Hearing this Sarah looked at the chief if he knew what the agent was meaning with this. He nodded and whisprered, something he always did when speaking here even if the room was perfectly soundproofed so that even an argument would not be overheard. "It's just a rumor, but back in the early days, the kids dad and the son of the old boss were best friend. But his dad was found dead in some suspicious manner and his mother was very quick to move in with his best friend." While this off course was nothing to go about, Sarah did understand what kind of rumours would spring to live in such situations, but wondered if it was wise of the Agent to poke the bear like that.

 

[ericrodman101]

Roman poised the pen over the pages as he read. Let them think he was going to sign. Make MacCalister and whichever cunts were watching him through the one way glass sweat it out. Sign an amnesty document. Over a fucking unregistered gun and some coke. Jesus. His lawyers, his stepfather's lawyers would have him back on the street in half an hour over a trumped up charge as trivial and contrived as an unregistered gun and some coke. You could search the glove compartments of most of the judges in this state, he thought, most of the city councilors, the police chief most likely, and find more than that.

And there was his car. In the yard, unguarded and unlocked probably, with every knuckle dragging probationary police officer running their hands over it, sitting their unwashed asses on the fine Italian leather, taking it for joyrides even. If they touched his car....

Roman put the pen down, prolonging their agony, and scratched his chin as if he was giving the whole thing serious consideration. He could sign anything and so what? They knew that. But he was late for his appointment. Something personal, but this time it was serious and he didn't want to be disappointed. Sign and leave?

And then the foul ball. "I'm going to pair you with an agent." To infiltrate the business, the gang. "You might finally be able to take revenge on your stepdad."

MacCalister was a cunt. But he wasn't a fool. Roman guessed the rumours about his father and his mother were no secret. He picked up the pen and tapped it against the heavy gold neck chains which adorned his bare chest.

"MacCalister. You shouldn't spread rumours, you fucking cunt," he said. "Why the fuck would I want to work with one of your dumbfuck agents to get to my stepfather?"

But even as he spoke, Roman turned the idea over in his head. An agent, working with him inside the organisation. Maybe it did have advantages he could make good use of, just not in the way MacCalister was thinking.

 

[Gamina]

Sarah gave an involuntary little smile when the criminal lashed out at the special agent, as she had expected the barb had not landed well and because of this the man's willingness to co-operate left with it. She had often had to ask coworkers of not antagonising suspects during interrogations, as she felt that the only thing better than the good cop, bad cop routine, was just the decent cop approach. But clearly agent MacCalister was not shaken by this.

"You are right, I shouldn't be talking about your mother's lack of virtue so casually." He said with a wolfish grin. Then he immediately went on. "And the agent would be for both of our piece of mind. For mine as you really can't expect me to trust the info you will share with us in blind faith. And for you, this will allow you to not having to testify in the upcoming case" He said, then his partner piped up for the first time in this interrogation, as If he understood that his partner might have taken the roll of the bad cop a tad to far.

"Feel free not to sign. I am sure the chief here will happily file the paperwork ASAP." He gave the man another predatory smile that warned Sarah that her assumption was wrong, he was not playing the good cop. " Since it is not everyday, you can reprocess a lambo, because it was used in the crime of illegally transporting firearms and drugs over the state lines. I am sure those hillbillies can't wait to auction that baby off to some cousin fucking unwashed coot"

 

[ericrodman101]

"So your pet monkey talks, MacCalister," Roman said, sneering at his interrogator's offsider. "Your cousin fucking unwashed coot." Roman had to acknowledge it was a good line. And this cop was quite hot in a surly uniformed sort of way.

MacCalister's grinning at the slurs against his mother shouldn't have upset Roman the way they had. It was the oldest cop trick in the book. But somehow they hit home. The whole fucking triviality of it all. Unregistered gun. Coke. The set up. The threats. Revenge. Jesus fucking Christ. Calm yourself, he thought.

And then there was the appointment he wanted to keep. Did MacCalister know about that too?

"So if I sign, who's the agent you want to pair me up with?" Roman asked, taking a long hard look at the other guy. "And what's the story? Bent cop? Gay lover? Long lost cousin I'm fucking?"

 

[Gamina]

MacCalister laughed at the words of the criminal. " I doubt our agent would be okay with slipping his piston in your carburator for the role. " He kept laughing "But I will remember that one for if i even need to really drive home a point in the futur." He slid another file towards Roman, this time with the picture of a rather plain looking guy. " Don't let looks fool you, the man is ex delta force and an excellent asset. Just taking him in as a mechanic or any other bullshit story you think will work."

Behind the one way mirror, Sarah relaxed a little. This seemed to be over and done with, and surprisingly quickly. She felt the Chief tap her shoulder to get her attention before saying. "Quite anti climactic isn't it. No big drama like in the movies, but then criminals either turn quickly on their own, or they don't." With that said he took his hat and moved towards the door, leaving Sarah alone in the dark room, as the tension of the day seeped out of her.

 

[ericrodman101]

Roman dropped the pen onto the desk and leaned back in his chair.

"If I'm going to go along with your plan, MacCalister, then I get to choose the fucking agent. I get to fucking choose."

He leaned forward and grabbed the page with the photo of MacCalister's chosen guy. "Ex delta force? Mechanic?" Put simply, Roman just wasn't attracted to the guy. It was important to him now that he was out, in some circles at least. Not to his stepfather, of course, nor the gang. Not yet. But out as bisexual. And if he was going to be shadowed by one of MacCalister's goons, then he was going to choose a face he wanted around.

Roman put the paper back down on the desk and looked across at MacCalister, then the agent sitting beside him. This guy was younger, maybe Roman's age, with a much sweeter face. Their eyes locked. Roman played with the buttons on his open shirt. Neither Roman nor the agent seemed to want to break the gaze.

"Agent Thorn here," MacCalister said, "is not available. Not for this exercise. Not for a date either, Roman."

Roman broke first, looking back at MacCalister. So you know I'm out, he thought, searching in the cop's face for any sign of mutual understanding.

"Ok," Roman said, breaking the second impasse. "If I can't have your fucktoy here"....Roman noticed the guy smile..."I want Agent Sarah...." he turned to the one-way glass. "You with the tazer and the tits...." He looked back to MacCalister. "Bring her in so we can agree and I'll sign."

He leaned back in the chair again, hands folded behind his head, eyes fixed back on Agent Thorn.

 

[Gamina]

Sarah's heart dropped to her stomach when she heard the criminal turn the tables on the feds at her expence. Freaking out she thought that there was no way that she could pull something like that off, but the way Roman talked about her, she was also pretty sure it would not be a very pleasant experience either.

"She was send home to recover form the excitement of the day" She heard MacCalister say and she calmed down a little. Only to be bounced back to nausiating stress as after a few seconds of thinking he added. "But you have a deal. We will prep her and deliver her to you later tonight. Obviously you know what happens if you cross the line with her right?"

MacCalister stood up and told his partner to round things up here and send Roman on his way. After that he stepped out and walked into the room behind the mirror. Gave her a little smile and said. "Good so you know." Sarah just nodded nervously, but seeing the calm the agent exuded she thought that maybe, she was up for this.

"Give me your phone" He said and without thinking about it Sarah complied, as he swiped through it he continued. "I know you must be nervous, but this could be to our advantage. For us it means we get to keep this off the books, and so limit the chances that a mole leaks the plan to the Novotny family." Pauzing at something he saw on the screen he looked back at Sarah. "And the perk for you is, that this means you will be a Federal Agent by the end of this assignment, and all you have to be is a beard for the fag. Surely you can handle that right."

Sarah was a bit taken aback from everything but she just nodded. Ignoring all the red lights, all the alarm bells in her mind. The idea of becoming a federal agent years ahead of schedule made her forget all about her common sense.

 

[ericrodman101]

Sent home to recover from the excitement? Roman thought. These guys must think I'm a complete fuckwit? He looked hard at the one way mirror where he guessed Agent Sarah was watching.

"We will prep her and deliver her to you later tonight," MacCalister said.

"Very transactional," Roman said, as MacCalister left the room, leaving him with Agent Thorn. "I hope you know what you're doing, man," Roman said. "This girl is young, pretty and trigger happy. Just make fucking sure she understands that this isn't TV, but serious fucking shit. OK?"

Thorn smiled. Roman looked for something more than professionalism in the handsome agent's face, and hung close to the man as he accompanied Roman outside. Thorn returned Roman's phone and wallet, and walked him out to the car. The Lambo sat at an angle, facing a brick wall at the rear of the police compound. Thorn threw him the car keys.

"Let me make a quick inspection," Roman said, "just to make sure you fucking punks haven't been joyriding. And then I've got an appointment, otherwise I might offer you a ride."

Roman thought the guy was going to speak, but Thorn just stood smiling as Roman opened the door, climbed down into the low seat, took a long look about the cabin and started the engine. And then as Roman backed the Lamborghini out and turned the wheel, Thorn tapped the window. Roman pressed the switch and the window descended. Expressionless and sullen, Thorn offered Roman his business card.

Roman reached out a hand, making sure to let his fingers linger on Thorn's palm before taking the card with a nod. He pressed the accelerator, revved the engine, and drove out of the police compound too fast.

 

[Gamina]

"Very transactional," Roman said, as MacCalister left the room, leaving him with Agent Thorn. "I hope you know what you're doing, man," Roman said. "This girl is young, pretty and trigger happy. Just make fucking sure she understands that this isn't TV, but serious fucking shit. OK?"

Thorn just shrugged. "You picked her" Reminding the man that they had provided him with a professional option.

+++

Inside the booth Sarah did her best to calm herself, luckily it seemed that MacCalister knew how to handle people.

"Look you have to threat Roman like one of those circus tigers. Yes he is wild and dangerous, but he is also smart. He knows that turning on you is also signing his own death warren. So go home, tell your loved ones you are off on a stake out in the city for a while, and will be unavailable and that it would be best if they did not contact you even if they see you"

He then reached into his pocket and gave her a new phone, explained how to create a backdated convo between her and Roman and pointed out he has selected a couple of her pictures she could send him. At that she blushed heavily knowing what kind of pictures she and Lexi had going on. Seeing her discomfort he added. "Keep your eyes on the price, you will be tracked and secured by your phone, just make sure if you ever need a quick extraction to call out. osteoporosis. And we will get you safely out. Now go home and we will send a car at around 18:00. dress into something cute "

With that he was gone and she was on her way home, off course she immidiatly called Lexi to tell her what was up. She was not excited to hear about it, but understood that this was good for Sarah's carreer. More importantly she also said she would rush home after her shift so they could sneak in a quicky before she left. All in all Sarah was ready to bring down the underworld, after all how hard could it really be...

 

[ericrodman101]

Roman made his appointment only 15 minutes late. The guy he'd arranged to meet was sitting by the window, drinking a beer. Roman surprised himself with just how nervous he was. Mixing it with the gang, or enforcing his stepfather's orders didn't faze him, but somehow meeting a guy in person after chatting online made him uneasy.

So he was bisexual. Gay. Attracted to men. And women. He'd had girlfriends. Lost his virginity at...well younger than he'd told anyone. And there was his macho image. Tough and pretty. Baby-faced once, but now tougher, harder at 28, and ready to try things which once had seemed taboo, but now felt as if they'd always been gnawing away it him unrequitedly.

The guy - Simon - was nice enough. But not local. That was the problem with coming out in a small city. It was easier in another small city, just not your own. Roman knew how Simon felt, but the lack of courage annoyed him, even if he accepted Simon's motivations. They eyed each other up, laughed about a few teenage reminiscences, commented on the other guys in the bar, but there was not much spark.

And that's how it was for Roman. The five or so times he'd met guys online and followed up at a bar, the journey had always been better than arriving. Simon was hot, maybe five years younger than Roman, a school teacher, which probably made hooking up in another city a no-brainer. They exchanged phone numbers, but this was no race into bed. Not this time.

As Roman thought back over the day, being tasered, the deal with MacCalister, meeting Simon, it was Agent Thorn who occupied his mind. Soft faced, dark haired, Agent Henry Thorn. He withdrew Thorn's business card and turned it over in his hand, absent mindedly. Now he might be worth a race into bed. Images flashed through Roman's head as he contemplated whether Thorn was actually gay. Maybe Thorn would be the one to deliver Sarah to him tonight. Agent Sarah McFuck - he still didn't know her surname - who was supposed to shadow him, keep his name off a charge sheet, infiltrate the gang. Thorn and Sarah....hmmm....he slid his hand inside his unbuttoned jeans as an image of a threesome flashed behind his shut eyes.