Supersoul

Shelv

It was a pretty dark day, clouds were in abundance in the sky, and I could barely see any blue. It looked like it will rain soon but its' been like this for the last two hours. I was out in the city of Melbourne looking for a building in which they are manufacturing amphetamines. Recently there has been a massive boom in this narcotic, and we have been catching a lot of dealers and users on the streets. Interrogating them didn't work as they had nothing. Whoever is manufacturing these drugs have been either installing a lot of fear in the people trafficking them, or they give as little information as possible about their operation.

I have been tracking down a known dealer in the area. I had to follow his movements with a GPS tracker that I have attached to his car and also following his movements by foot. Two weeks later and I still have not been able to get a consistent 'pick up' location where he goes. He seems to always hang out in the city so it's not from an outside location. They either come to him, or he must pick it up from a different location each time.

I tapped his phone, but it's nothing but clients calling him up.

Today I decided to raid his apartment when he was out on business. He lived on queen street which was not too far from a lot of party and backpacking establishments, which was the majority of funding for his business. I had to break in. I stole his key card from him and made a copy quickly returning the original to his car two days ago. I wasn't sure how tight security was in this place so I had to go in and out without too many witnesses and I had to make sure I left the room as it was with no trace of someone being in there.

I walked into the front door after scanning the card. The guy at the counter gave me a good afternoon, and I smiled at him. I took the lifts up to the 9th floor where he lived. I walked into the corridor to my luck having no one residing in there. I went to his room, slipped my card in and had the door light turn green indicating I can go in. It was a well-furnished room. He had a queen sized mattress with red sheets on top. It was a studio apartment. It was pretty clean, a bit too fresh for someone who dealt drugs for a living.

For a spilt-second I heard footsteps reach the front of the door, and then I quietly moved into the walk-in robe of the room. It was weird because my phone had not alerted me that the dealer was close. I peeped through the door, and it was a girl who came in, blonde hair, blue eyes, slim build and dressed in jeans and a black tank top. There was a pot plant on the side of the bed in which she pulled the plant out and planted something on the bottom. She pulled out a duffle bag from under the bed and began pulling out notes of money tied together with rubber bands. Quickly counting she chucked it in her handbag (which was quite big), and then after packing it all up, she got up and started to leave. All of a sudden my phone vibrated. Because I was leaning against the wall, it had amplified the vibrating noise making it even louder. She halted and looked in my direction. I thought in my brain that I ruined the plan, but after a few seconds she shrugged it off and started heading to the front door.

So that's one clue to who collects the money and gives him more narcotics to sell. If I followed her movements, I would have a way better chance at getting to the source of it. As I heard the front door shut I did not hear the usual footsteps walk away from the room. Something was not right. My best guess was she is playing dumb and waiting for me to get out before killing me. She can't have a gun because I would have heard it load, so my best guess is that she has a knife she is ready to stab me with. Well here goes nothing.

I quickly went out of the closet and turned the corner. She had a gun which I had to think quick. I kicked the gun out of her hand and gave her a quick swift punch in the stomach which she has surprisingly absorbed and started returning punches. I quickly dodged two punches and counted the third hook with a straight to her face. She got knocked back only to reach into her pocket, grab a knife and start trying to stab me. Blood running down her nose, she seemed proficient in fighting, and she would not be very easy to take down. I had to think fast about how to win over this situation. If I knock her out, I can't get any information out of her, and if I make too much mess here I will blow two weeks of planning. I thought of the money she had to give back to the manufacturer and the dealer who will be home later. While she got slack with one of her slashes with the knife, I kicked her back making her fly to the floor and quickly landed on top of her in a full mount position. I quickly pinned her knife hand down with my right hand, chicken winged her arm and grabbed my own wrist with my left hand, cranking her elbow up and wrist back til she flinched from the pain.

Shelv: "tell me who you work for!"

Girl: "Never!"

She spat on my face. I put on the submission even harder to the point where the shoulder is ripping apart. She started to scream, and I drew it back. I knew she wasn't going to confess anything, but it's worth a try. Every person in this operation I tried to get information from would instead choose torture. It took me back to my days learning the art of warfare from the boon society

***

I was 15 and we were vigorously having our minds tortured beyond pain by staving for a week straight on 1000 calories a day while doing combat training. The feeling of low energy was seeping through our mentality from day two and here we were wrestling with each other to the ground, practicing boxing combos and hand to hand combat. Many of us fainted in the middle of training, but when we did, we got punished. Mentally pushing our bodies to stay up and bringing out strength and stamina we don't know we had. Boon was on our minds 24 hours a day, even while we slept. That is where our energy came from, devoting ourselves to him. No pain in our lives will compromise his love, and we swore an oath never to be broken or bent by no one.

***

She reminded me of this devotion I grew up with. I don't know why all these people in this underground operation were very scared to give information. I couldn't make the sub tight again as the scream would attract unwanted attention. I was a bit paranoid that her first scream may have alerted management. I instead let go of the submission and knocked her out with a swift punch to the face. I reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, keys and wallet. Her wallet had her drivers license in it. 'Sandra Kelly'. I will have to look her up in the database. Her phone was locked with a password so I couldn't access anything there until I took it home. 

So now I have a slight delemma on how to make sure the room is clean, Sandra goes to a neutral location and this dealer doesn't find out I am on his tail. I called up the headquaters.

Shelv: I need a clean up in room 506 on 4 Queen Street Pronto

Boon Operation: We will send a team straight way. 

At the head quaters we have a number of services we can use to assist in our duties. Cleaning up crime scenes is one of them.