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I got asked to participate in an undercover operation in Spokane. Double pay. I'm still trying to recover financially from the lightsaber components and the houseboat, so leapt at it--without thinking it through or asking enough questions, like how long it might be. I've been stuck in Spokane all through March--save for one weekend where I bugged out to meet with Julia at Moses Lake (kind of midway between Spokane and Saint Clair).
I suppose there is one bright side to all this. Julia seems to understand that if I'm undercover, I can't talk about what I'm doing and I might have to disappear for weeks (potentially more) at a time with limited availability to see her. Fortunately she's pretty preoccupied with the glut of work that happens towards the end of the spring semester, which leads into finals, so she's also busy and needing a lot of "me time" as well.
It's unpleasant and dangerous undercover work. I'm trying to infiltrate a group of vice cops suspected of being dirty--busting dealers and skimming product for resale to another larger and better connected dealer. I've altered my appearance--shaved head, temporary tattoos, moustache, biker leathers--in hopes that no one will recognize me later if they ever happen to get to Saint Clair or it turns out the cops are better connected than anticipated. (It's looking like they're dirty though.)
I may need to pull a rabbit out of a hat in order to keep a low profile and an accusing finger pointed in the wrong direction when the stink hits the fan. Fortunately, I have a hat full of rabbits. On one hand, there's crazed werewolves that might kill me if they found out about me. On the other hand, there's crazed drug dealers that might kill me if they found out about me. When does a mage get a fucking break?
I really can't wait to get this thing over and done with so I can get back to Saint Clair.
I suppose there is one bright side to all this. Julia seems to understand that if I'm undercover, I can't talk about what I'm doing and I might have to disappear for weeks (potentially more) at a time with limited availability to see her. Fortunately she's pretty preoccupied with the glut of work that happens towards the end of the spring semester, which leads into finals, so she's also busy and needing a lot of "me time" as well.
It's unpleasant and dangerous undercover work. I'm trying to infiltrate a group of vice cops suspected of being dirty--busting dealers and skimming product for resale to another larger and better connected dealer. I've altered my appearance--shaved head, temporary tattoos, moustache, biker leathers--in hopes that no one will recognize me later if they ever happen to get to Saint Clair or it turns out the cops are better connected than anticipated. (It's looking like they're dirty though.)
I may need to pull a rabbit out of a hat in order to keep a low profile and an accusing finger pointed in the wrong direction when the stink hits the fan. Fortunately, I have a hat full of rabbits. On one hand, there's crazed werewolves that might kill me if they found out about me. On the other hand, there's crazed drug dealers that might kill me if they found out about me. When does a mage get a fucking break?
I really can't wait to get this thing over and done with so I can get back to Saint Clair.
