Random Short Stories and Poems in my Head.

"Let's Just Say...Compelled."

A/N: If anyone actually decides to read this, which i don't expect, I want to tell you that I'm going to be writing in response to several prompts and whenever it's a prompt I will post a pic of it with the chapter.
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There have been very few moments in my career that made me question my choice to become a police officer. This is one of them.

"Carslile," chief says, approaching my desk. I feel the little gut in my stomach do a dance. "Chief," I say with an undetected gulp, standing to face him.

"I know you're  new to our station, but you've really blown me away these past couple of weeks. I'm putting you on the Strovan case." My fears suddenly became reality.

"Sir, with all due respect, I don't think it's such a great idea for me right now I mean I have so much pape-" he shakes his head and waves his hand dismissively. "Now Carslile, I know you want to be on call, but since you show so much promise, I think you'd make the perfect person to go undercover on this case."

I should tell him the truth, right now! "Thank you chief, I'll give it my best shot." I say, instead of saying I won't let you down. Because that might not be true. I mean, how is a person supposed to pretend to be someone else when their body won't allow them to lie?

Chief's features twist up into a smile. "Fantastic, you start right now," he says, and my eyes widen, "follow me, Carslile." He turns, walking away without checking if I'm following. I scurry to keep up with his long gait.

We walk through hallway after hallway until coming to a door I hadn't seen before. Chief scans his badge, and the door slides open to the left.

I'm intrigued as I walk through the door. The room is full of wigs, and clothes, some that are as plain as any and some that are more eccentric than a Lady Gaga outfit.

He grabs a deep red colored wig, a white blouse, and some black skinny jeans, shoving them in my direction without looking as he searched for shoes. "Chief, with all due respect, is it really necessary that I wear this... garb?"

He let's out a chuckle. "Hey listen Carslile, I've got pictures of women this guy has been seen in public with, and no offense but I've seen you in your time off the job, and none his women wear converse." I roll my eyes but find myself unable to suppress a smile.

"Alright," Cheif says, putting the shoes on top of the other clothes in my arms before turning me around to head out the door, "head to the bathroom and get changed. Afterwards report to the conference room."

I approach the conference room, looking through the glass wall to prepare myself for whatever will happen inside.

"Good morning Carslile," says a man in a black suit. It's just the three of us, chief and the suited man sit opposite to me. "Bea Carslile," I say, extending a hand. He accepts it with a firm shake, "Brandish." I turn slightly toward Chief and offer him a hand too, which he accepts.

"Alright Carslile, you know why you're here. So let's skip the introduction and the, 'your team thanks you,' bit, shall we?" I nod, admiring the straight-forwardness.

"You will be undercover investigating this man," Brandish says, pulling a picture out of a manilla folder and placing it on the table in front of me. "His name is Chase Marley. We suspect he is the ring leader of an organized group of wealthy people who are sharing confidential information about the stock market and by means of technology, stealing millions from people's bank accounts." I nod my head, and keep nodding for the rest of this meeting.

And now I find myself standing in front of a tall buildings made up of at least 50% glass. There are hundreds of windows and at least 100 floors.

I enter the building and go over to the front desk even though I know exactly where I'm going.