White Lines White Lies

Everybody Wants To Know

H:

I'm surrounded by pussies...

The men in my profession are absolute idiots, it's bewildering to me how they hadn't OD'd, or been killed by now.

This shit outta be run by women...

Men talk a tough game, but the second you hold a gun to their head, they quake in fear, no matter how far your finger is from the trigger. I've yet to meet someone who laughs when such a weapon is pointed in their direction. It really makes me challenge the intellectual ability of god to create such weak people.

When I was 19, I landed a job with U3, it was hard at first, considering I had a hard time keeping secrets. However, I learned from the best, and soon climbed the charts, musically, and as a threat

Eventually, I outranked my teachers, and fellow peers. I was the smartest person my age that U3 had seen in a while. I was considered a prodigy, and sent out to do missions that my peers begged for...

Infiltrating and receiving information from clueless idiots with S1

S1 was our top enemy, and I was planning to take them down...

I had been practically glued to my office chair, blunt in hand, planning and planning, when my coworker Troye walked in. Troye and I were good friends, in fact, he had come in a bit earlier than me. He had accompanied me on all of my missions, that was, until the Tokyo mission, He hasn't left the office since...

It was a mission i'll never forget...

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I looked out of the tinted car window and into the crowded streets of Tokyo, it was a normal Wednesday, and I was about to perform a typical information exchange from a disgruntled ex worker from S1. Since it was hard to go anywhere without getting recognized, my PR team had posted multiple pictures of my doppelganger in LA.

According to Troye, who had contacted the ex employee, he was willing to give any information to U3, if it would hurt S1.

We had received Intel that S1 was planning to infiltrate our HQ in Santa Monica CA, the location of most of the information and important people to U3.

We were currently holding the man in an underground cell at the interrogation room at U3's Tokyo building.

I had only found out minutes ago, that the man we were receiving information from, was R Kelly...

You could say he had a history, and it was no surprise that S1 had dropped him. Pedophile, harasser, abuser, the list goes on...

"H." A man I didn't recognize said, bringing my attention back to reality. "It's time to move..."

I nodded, and pulled my hood up. The car was pulled up as close to the back door as it could be, to eliminate being seen by anyone who could do harm to U3.

Once we were inside the concrete bunker-like building, I was ushered into an elevator. It took me and my three guards down 56 floors, and into an interrogation room.

R Kelly was sitting in a chair, humming a tune I didn't recognize. He didn't look scared, which was odd, normally anyone that goes through U3's process of information extraction goes insane before they leave the building. We have a way to get people to tell us anything we want, and we do it by any means necessary...

I lowered my hood and I motioned for my guards to untie him. After all, it would be beyond stupid for him to try anything considering that I had 3 HEAVILY armed bodyguards waiting outside the room watching through a two way mirror.