The Anonymous

Chapter 30: Operation Data Infiltration

The light from the laptop irritates my eyes. The rain falling on the ground outside was the only promise noise in the apartment. I stood up from the couch and walked towards the window to observed people walking by hurrying somewhere, trying to escape the rain. I was warm and safe in my apartment, and yet, I felt so alone. I notice the rain droplets visible on my window and wonder what it must be like to be water. It's the most useful reusable thing on this earth; the way it falls on the ground soaking up the pavement and disappearing into the sky like it never drenched the earth. I felt my mind drifting to Ashton. I shook the image of him write out of my mind. I walked back to my table and analyzed the newly constructed plan in front of me.

Operation Data infiltration was a simple plan that could go two ways. Plan A: I could disguise myself as a bugler wearing all black with a hoodie and a mask. Then, sneak past in and find my father's office to collect information. It's mostly a get-in-get-out plan. Two significant issues arose with this scenario. Problem one, I didn't exactly know the location of my father's office. I found myself annoyed that I never bothered to go with him to work on take-your-child-to-work-day. Problem two: I could get caught and fuck everything up, and I haven't thought of a backup plan. Which means I would have to rely on my witts and fight-or-flight.

Nevertheless, Plan A required me to be quick and savvy, leaving no room for errors; I have to know precisely what I'm looking for, and honestly, I have no clue. All I know is if I want more information on my father's murder. Then, maybe the secret lies somewhere in his office or on his computer. I just find it extremely odd that all these years, my mother doesn't know anything about my father's job. The information she told me was pretty vague.

I could go with Plan B: converse with Dante Max-Hunter during work hours. I know for sure Devin won't be there because he has yet to commit to the job entirely. I could chat Hunter up talk about my dad and finesse my way into my father's office; it a safer plan. If under any circumstances I trip up, I could find many ways to cover my ass. But I choose the former. I have a night on my side, and I don't feel like being social. I instead figure things out as I go alone some may call it crazy, I call it luck.

I'm going with plan A. It's late and storming outside no one should be there. How hard could it be to get into my father's office? Wasting no time, I walked duffle bag in hand and hopped in my car. I had this strange feeling in my stomach, and something tells me that tonight is the best time to do it. I wasted no time cruising down the highway. Hall Distribution Center is in Long Island City, which is in the upper parts of Queens. Forty minutes later, I pulled in a dark vacant alleyway. The rain had subsided, leaving the ground soaked, puddles filled every crack on the broken streets. A misty fog filled the air, and I felt a sense of relief. I quickly pulled my black sweatpants over my leggings and through on the black hoodie, tucking away all my curly hair from my face. Then I tucked the mask in the front pocket of the hoodie.

Slowly, I got out of the car, checking my back to make sure no one was there. I utilized the flashlight on my cell phone to maneuver my way along the alleyway. It was so dark and quiet, the only sounds I hear was the boats rocking back-and-forth in the water. I felt lost in a maze. I strolled down the alleyway, passing by the docks until I reached a fence. The bright lights of Hall Distribution Center become visible.

It was a massive building, incredibly long. I have no idea how I'm going to find the office. I scaled along the fence, looking for a point of entry. Suddenly, I came to an end with a broken fence. I squinted my way through and slowly approached the building. The grass was so high, and I could not see a thing. Panic overwhelmed me again, what if there is marshland in this area. I could literally be on top of the water. There is no marshland and in NYC, right? I restated in my mind. It too late now; I should have pulled up Poogle maps and at least look over the area before embarking on this mission.