“What do you mean by that?”
“Psycho said he had an encrypted lap top.Send him a message on there that you are sending an agent to us.You know, description, name, what type of bike he’ll be riding, or if he’s in a cager.Also, don’t forget to tell us why you are sending them to us.You know, were they compromised?How were they compromised, and how much heat are on them?Stuff like that.”
“Excuse me, what’s a cager?”
“A regular vehicle, you know, a car, truck, van.It has a cage around it, not all open like a motorcycle.”
“Ah, I see, we wouldn’t want an agent killed for just showing up.”
“Correct.Not that we would do that, but it’s better to err on the side of caution.Psycho will be at my place tonight at six to help me pack, and I can tell him about our conversation here.That I can join him, and that you will be sending people to us if need be.Just know this, Agent Kessler.”
“What’s that?”
“If you send someone in to be a mole for you to keep an eye on us, there will be hell to pay.”She looked him dead in the eye with that statement.
“Understood.”He nodded, then rose to his feet.“I will tell the director here that you will be transferred as of Monday, and it’s on a need to know basis.He will not need to know.”
“Thank you, and could you tell him that he shouldn’t tell the rest of the people in this office until Monday, after I’m already gone?”
“Yes.I’ll get that money to you by the end of the day, and when I get back to DC tomorrow, I’ll get with HR about your pay.”
“Thank you, Agent Kessler.”Petra stood, held out her hand, and then quickly left to go back to her desk.She really didn’t have anything pressing so as she sat there staring at her computer, she wrote down some things she needed to do before leaving on Monday.Things like making sure the utilities were shut off, the final bill sent to her on-line account, and once she arrived in Iowa, she’d have to change her car insurance, her license, maybe get a new phone number, time would tell, but she came up with a list of things to do to keep her busy.
At quarter to five that night, an interoffice envelope was placed on her desk, and Petra frowned when she saw it, but before she could say anything the person that had placed it there was gone.She slowly took it, opened it, and looked inside.There was one sheet of paper and a smaller envelope.She pulled out the paper, and read,‘As requested.Good luck and Godspeed.’That was it.She folded it, and stuck it in her purse, then pulled out the smaller envelope.She saw a stack of cash, and instead of counting it, she immediately stuck it in her purse before anyone walking by saw it and decided to question her.She had noted that there wasn’t a signature on the note, but she knew who it was from.
When it was time to leave for the day, she left with her coworkers, and listened as they all moaned and groaned about going home to make dinner, help kids with homework, and do mundane stuff.After being taken from the jail, she had been dumped in this office as a transfer and no one in the entire office had ever done undercover work.This office was for paper pushers.She was glad she only had two days left before she was done with it all.She wanted to be where the action was.Not that there would be much until they were established, but at least she would be in on the ground floor of this exciting new adventure.
The ride home was uneventful, and she sighed in relief when she saw Psycho exiting his truck as she pulled into the driveway.
“Tough day?”he asked as he approached and gave her a long hug, and a quick kiss.
“Yes, however, I need to talk with you.”
“Okay, help me grab some of these boxes.”He opened the tailgate of his truck and reached in, and brought out a made up box for her.“Careful, it’s heavy.”He handed it to her and steadied her when she took it.
“What’s in this, rocks?”
Psycho laughed as he grabbed the stack of boxes, and they went to the front door together.As she unlocked the door, and turned off the alarm, he set the boxes down and ran back to close his tailgate.They entered and she set the box down on the coffee table.
“It’s newspapers.I stopped in at the local grocery store for the boxes, then asked if they had any old papers.They said their pick up guy only comes once a week.They only have to rip off the top of the unsold ones, to turn into the guy that usually delivers them.They then toss the rest of the papers in the dumpster.They hadn’t taken them out yet when I asked for them.”He lifted the top newspaper and Petra saw the top with the name and date of the paper was missing.
“Huh, I never knew that.”
“Yeah, me either, but we’re good.I have one silly question for you.”
“What’s that?”
“Do you know how to cook?”
“I do,” Petra laughed.“Do you?”
“Yes, I asked because we’ve been eating take out for the last week.”
“Yes, but since I knew I would be moving soon, there wasn’t a reason to purchase groceries.Depending on the condition of your house we’re going to, we might have to eat out more, or order take out.I hope you don’t expect me to cook every meal for us?”
“No, I’m not saying that.I’m just wondering if you know how to cook.”He pulled his phone with a grin.“What do you want to eat tonight?”
“Pizza, two different kinds.”
