Premeditated Pseudonym

25|Stakeout

The day had finally come for us to start our one-month steak out of Langson's operation. We set up our gear and we were to live as normal roommates until the end of our mission. We had enough groceries and supplies to last us for the month, so we had to be conservative as well.

As we set up cameras in and around our location, we immediately noticed how huge Langson's operation really was. As I installed the last camera outside our door, I noticed an old woman peering through her door, but as I looked at her direction, she quickly closed the creaky old door of her apartment.

I thought nothing of it, but I kept it in mind in case of any future events. As I got back inside, I closed the door and started recording footage of the operation. Suddenly an aroma graced my nose. As I looked around, I noticed Cindy cooking on the two-burner stove in the corner of the room.

I wasn't sure if she'd cook for both of us, so I continued monitoring the surveillance cameras until she was finished. Cindy then brought a hot plate for me at the table where I had been, so I thanked her before I took a spoonful.

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"We're stuck together for a month, right? Well, we have to make the best of it."

"That's true, well thank you for the meal again."

As I finished eating, Cindy took over monitoring the surveillance cameras for me. I then went to the rooftop, to set up audio for the cameras along with other devices. For the first day, it wasn't an eventful one thus far, but there was still a whole ten hours remaining in the day.

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Suddenly there was a bit of shuffling around the yard of the operation. Apparently, there was some commotion involving two of the laborers in the yard. As fists flew back and forth between both men, a third figure appeared and stopped the discrepancy completely.

As the men humbled, the third figure went inside. Cindy had been on her phone, singing soft and sweet. I never thought of her as the singing type of woman, but apparently, she was, and also an extremely talented woman at that. I didn't notice the singing before, as I had been so intwined in my work.

Cindy thought it was time to give it a break for a bit since nothing big was about to happen anytime soon.

"So what do you suggest we do then, miss Petrovani?"

"Who are u, my dad? Please don't call me that. Cindy is just fine thank you."

"I'm sorry, was just being a bit sarcastic."

"Sarcasm will get you nowhere Dylan, let's just get to know each other a bit better shall we?"

As we sat there talking, getting to know each other, we were getting closer and we never even noticed. As the conversation died down a bit, Cindy broke out the wine she saved in case of an emergency.

So we sat there, sipping on the red wine as the conversation got enjoyable again. The laughter and information that was revealed in that room tonight, not many had been fortunate to hear them. I was unaware that Cindy didn't know her parents and lived in foster care until she was a legal adult age to go on her own.

She tried running away on many occasions, slitting her wrists and drinking substances, but she cheated death as many times as myself, maybe even more. She eventually found solitude in the agency after the boss found her half-dead on a raid they conducted a few years ago. She was an orphan, so he took her under his wing as his own.