The next morning I walked to see my roomie had buried her head between her legs. After I stroked her back for the thousandth time she raised head. I saw her red-eyes and a sullen face. I hugged her and started stroking her hair. She was still then she started to quiver. All of a sudden she dissolved into tears. It took an hour before she found her voice. She said that her son was last seen at a scene of a crime. One person said her son was injured and he may be bleeding or maybe possibly dying somewhere out there. The others won't tell her anything and she was told to go home. I held on as she unloaded her burden. I called Zoya and she showed me that Cleo's baby was alive. I showed her that her baby was alive. I told her that I has associates keep twenty four hour watch to make sure that he is safe and sound. She stared in disbelief. I took a deep breath and before I partially explained my actual purpose for this trip. I explained that I pretended to go missing to help the US Marshals track down a guy who was hunting down witnesses. She gave me a look of absolute shock until I got a call from the US Marshal name Jake. I put it on speaker so she can hear the entire conversation. She recognized him and so she took me seriously. He said that he has discovered that the people involved were working in private companies that hires people who have served several tours in the military. If these guys can use a gun without flinching they are recruited. These people are so crooked that they can hide in the shadow of a corkscrew. I saw that she was overwhelmed so I let Cleo talk to her baby as I conversed with the Marshal. He said that he has asked everyone to ship out their witnesses the moment I blew the whistle last week. After an hour of chatting she left to sneak into her office and I left to make deliveries.
When I came home for dinner she was grinning ear to ear. I asked her what type of narcotic has she inhaled. She laughed merrily before saying that she had confirmed my story discreetly and now she would like to be part of my enterprise. I told her that these people are very well connected. I hope she checked online newspapers and didn't contact the precinct that I worked in. She was taken back for a moment, "You are a cop?" I asked her what she had discovered. She said that her contact in the US Marshal's office confirmed that somebody is going on a killing spree murdering witnesses. I told her, "I am an ex-cop. I was let go because of mental health issues. I came to help the Marshals in exchange for information." She sat down as I warned that if these guys find out I am here. Then they will slaughter my entire family like they are nothing more than a scene in a video game. She did a google search of me but I did warn her that the tip line made for my search and rescue is bugged. I have a hacker friend who made the discovery. She thanked me for the warning. She did asked me why I would take the risk. I had several death threats but I came regardless because I have a friend whom I love like family that somehow made its on their kill list. I want him to live. She promised to help me out but I told her that if she is in then she needs to know that these guys can only be stopped with a bullet. Because like it or not if they get arrested an army of lawyers are ready to spring them out. The moment they walk out of the building they will gun down your loved ones first. I speak from experience. A few months by sheer luck we arrested one who was caught red-handed. He laughed at the investigators as he was escorted out of the property. Mere moments after he had tasted fresh oxygen was when the investigator's family was gunned down. She said, "Hence the fake missing persons act" I gave her a nod and walked over to grab a soda.
The doorbell rang and I told that Zoya has brought her son home safe and sound. She let them both in. I took Zoya to my room and we talked about searching Sam's apartment. I wasn't allowed past the front door and according to Dylan the senior hacker the entire corridor is bugged so there is no chance of a preemptive strike. Zoya said that she has contacts who can find out what sexuality he was and send someone who is tailor made for his desire to sneak in and get all the information. I told her that if anyone sniffs a rat then the person will be yanked off the streets and tortured for days till boredom convinces them to squeeze the trigger. She said that she knows the perfect one. All she need was my consent. The rest is someone else's problem. I said, "According to Ariel the cameras have facial recognition software, gait measurements, night vision and lord knows what sort of tech stuff spewed out of her mouth. I am pretty sure that if we opened his computer then it is going to take a snap shot of our miserable faces and store for the future. Which would make it easier for the bad guys to track down our guy. Getting him is like sticking your hand into boiling oil. You need to find someone who is expendable. She vanishes the moment the job is done. In fact if she was in a line up the eye witness would testify that this person wasn't it. Invisible. Not a trace. Non Negotiable." Zoya chuckled, "In that case I know the perfect person." I tilted my head, "Who?" She grinned, "You" I shook my head, "No way. Not it. Talk to Terrance. Please have him send one of his girls. Surely they will get him to buckle. I am not the cheating kind. I have not interest in betraying my husband. It is the only thing holding my sanity." She said that she respects my wishes and stepped out to the living room to find someone who can tempt him to open the door and let them in long enough to copy any and all stuff on his computer or whatever equipment he has on his person. I sat down and saw a brochure and it gave me an idea. I called Tanya and asked her if she could rig a charity organization so we can send one of ours as a nurse to collect the last piece of information available before the Marshals send an agent to the private military headquarters to copy any and all information directly from their servers or personal computers. She said that the rigging will take half a day but she is confident that she can get someone in if she knows who she is sending in. I told her that her cousin is on the phone asking around. If that fails she is trying to sneak me in there. If my husband finds out about that then my marriage is over. Tanya swore it won't come to it.
Ariel sent me a red notice call. It means that I go and unalive someone so I told Zoya that I have to get going. I had an errand to run. I had to remember the color scheme. My roomie was Level Blue. She is my cover story. Hence she has no clue whatsoever about my extra curricular activities. Zoya is Level Green which means she has no clue about who I am or my hobby. The people who transport me are Level Yellow. They think that I am a private investigator going to a scene of crime. The ones that I met at the site are Level Orange. These people handover stuff for me to use. They know that I am someone who is facilitating some form of vigilante justice. Also the US Marshals are Level Orange. They have no clue that I am the judge, jury and executioner. The hackers are Level Red. These are fully aware of my criminal activities and some are either groupies or a bunch of I owe yous that I was cashing in. The mustang waiting for me took me to the industrial zone. The entire time the cameras were altered so no one can see it was me. I was ordered to wear a mask and gloves before heading out of my transport. I was ordered to sit down and wait for orders. I was led through dimly corridors to a room illuminated by a spotlight propped on a tripod device. By some miracle beyond my understanding the head of one of the private military company was dangling upside and was bleeding all over the concrete. A man was stabbing him with a red hot poker. He was of African descent. He had worn a garbage bag over his body and face guard too. I saw that a few of this crook's fingers were on the floor. One of his eyes had popped out of his socket. He was screaming like crazy. He stinked of fear. His family was arranged in a specific order. All of them were tremoring with fear. I can see their hearts had migrated to their throats. One of them made offer after offer. All fell on deaf ears. A man wearing a hazmat suit came with a shotgun and blew his wife's brains off. The kid shut up immediately. The dangling menace said that he is ready to tell them the pass code to decode the names of the people who are involved in this heinous criminal empire. The decoder was his right index finger that was lying on the bloody floor and his left eye which was swinging like a pendulum. A woman in a leather outfit came and cut off the eye and grabbed the finger. She called someone and new orders were given. A few moments later these creep and his entire family gunned down till they resembled Swiss cheese. One of the nerds stepped aside for a bathroom break and I pulled out a USB and quietly recorded the information from the drive and waited till my instructions were sent. I was tasked with crime scene clean up. I dissolved the bodies in acid and cleaned the bloody floor so even if forensics used luminol they won't find any blood. Afterwards I was transported to a hill to enjoy the view before being sent back to my apartment. Zoya had a few questions. I said that I had helped a young girl find her daughter after her abusive husband kidnapped her. Cleo was grinning ear to ear. Zoya said that she will find someone who will get what information I was searching for. She needs thirty six hours. I told her that she has seventy two afterwards the US Marshals will send someone. I am told that things will get ugly.
The next day my roomie was eating breakfast reading the news about a missing business man and his family. The news says that he is charged with corruption and that he is responsible for many missing people. The police and FBI were writing his supposed arrest when he vanished and now authorities are searching high and low. And so are military police. There are allegations that he has been working with the enemy. There were an army of lawyers that singing his praise. The thing is the raid done by the police under the orders of a court order found a ghost gun linked to the murder of a key witness in a federal court case. This has people panicking and his company is trying to do damage control. Unfortunately he is nowhere to be seen and so the company is now being raided by the Feds. The news crew followed it to see these men and women walking out with boxes of documents, computers and every sort of weapon that the military has in its arsenal. Cleo whistled lowly, "Now that this is in the clear you will be heading back to New York." I grinned ear to ear, "I am afraid that this company is one of many. The one I am looking for placed an innocent man in jail in his place and gunned down a trained soldier during a prison lock down. He sent me death threats to my house. So he has some serious connections. I am afraid my hunt has just begun." Her jaws dropped to the floor. She asked me what I needed. I said that I needed information about a dirty cop by the name of Frank. He has been seen going in out of places that have aroused suspicion and I have been asked to make a few inquiries. She said that she will get me every piece of paper that internal affairs has on him. I smiled, "My dear the Frank Porter I am tasked with interviewing works in internal affairs." She stared at me like I had slapped her hard. She blinked a few times and asked for details. I discreetly showed her my body cam footage. She stared at it for twenty minutes and promised to make an introduction after she has him fired. I smirked, "Good luck with that my dear. As far as my fights with these guys. I have noticed that someone is always watching their backs." She said that I had nothing to worry about. She ate breakfast and made a copy of the video. She went to respond to investigate a crime scene while I went to the basement to get my clothes laundered. After which I sat to watch Netflix till my next red notice.