Surprisingly, Bob was staying or hiding, if you could call his behavior hiding, inside a house in a rather okayish neighborhood. Obviously, the house did not really belong to him, but rather to a family of 4.
Usually, that would have been extremely concerning. The only reason I did not immediately storm the place, aside from the need to stay inconspicuous, was the note/reminder on Bob's file.
It stated that, thankfully, the couple had already gone on a vacation with their little daughter and their baby boy before Bob decided to squat inside their house, so the family was safe.
Anyway, I made it to the neighborhood and began scouting out the area around the house Bob was staying in. Once I got a picture of the place, I began my stakeout. I kept an eye on the area by settling on the roof of the highest building I could find and began waiting for the appearance of a delivery boy.
It took close to two hours, but finally, something that looked like it could be a delivery car made an appearance. I quickly headed toward it and intercepted the car while it was still close to a kilometer from Bob's hideout. Well, I say intercepted, but I did not jump in from of the car to stop it but rather gave a mental command to stop the car beside the sidewalk.
While it could be considered abusing my psychic abilities, I was on a mission, and I was not hurting him so I felt justified in using all the means I had at hand. I first made sure that this was actually the delivery guy I had been waiting for, and thankfully that was the case.
Luckily, he did not have a uniform or something like that, so I did not have to change into anything to take his place. To that end, we entered his car, and he drove until we were about 80 meters away from the house before he stopped once more.
I then asked/ordered him to silently wait in the car until I was back before getting out and moving to the trunk of the car. I then took the biggest delivery bag I had ever seen. Frankly, I could not help my surprise and checked why the bag was so big. Well, the size was justified considering that there were 4 boxes of family pizzas inside.
Honestly, I was a bit surprised that a regular person could eat that much, but the head in the picture did look rather pudgy so I guess Bob had earned his fat. I mean, I could easily eat 4 family pizzas, but I, or rather my body was capable of working through it as well.
Seeing that Bob was most likely fat, it seemed his body could not do the same, and he was too lazy to burn off the normal way. Still, I was not planning to play health guru to a criminal I was investigating, so Bob could eat himself until he had to Rollout to move around for all I cared. The good thing was that I could use the pizzas as an excuse to "help" him carry them inside to gain more time to do my thing.
Regardless, I took the bag, and the receipt, before I walked toward the house. I rang the bell and it did not take long for the door to open. I immediately recognized Bob, but I had a role to play for now, so I acted oblivious.
"I have 4 family pizzas here for a Mr. Bob," I said routinely, and he nodded eagerly. "That's me," he confirmed. "Great," he returned with a smile before looking at the receipt.
"That makes 95 Poke for everything," I quoted the price on the paper. "Here, keep the change," Bob actually paid without any fuss. In fact, he even gave a 5 Poke tip.
Regardless, during this exchange I had my other two thought streams do their thing, and while the mind-reading one was only getting thoughts about the pizzas he was going to enjoy, the memory-reading one was seeing things I did not like at all. I definitely had to be more thorough while checking his mind, so I needed more time to work.
"Should I carry the pizza to the kitchen," I offered, but sadly it seems that Bob was not too stupid. "No, it's fine I can do it myself," he declined the offer. Unfortunately for him, I couldn't have that, so I repeated the offer, but this time I gave an additional mental push for him to accept it.
"Are you sure? I don't mind doing it. The later the pizza leaves the bag longer it will stay warm," I followed up and due to the push, he ended up accepting.
Well, after stepping inside I understood why he initially refused the offer. I could see family photos hanging on the walls of the hallway, and they all depicted the family of four that was away. Seeing something like this would usually arouse suspicion, so it was only normal that Bob had said no at first.
I gave him a mental nudge so that he ignored that since I did not want him to think or worry about his decision to invite me in. Honestly, if it was someone else I might have hesitated with the additional liberal use of psychic powers, but what I, or rather thought stream no.3 was seeing, was angering me enough to ignore it. The more I saw the more I began to dig through and the angrier I got as a result.
Honestly, if not for my strong will and control, I would have probably already attacked him out of anger. By the time we arrived at the kitchen, I stopped going through Bob's criminal past since I had seen/found enough to justify his death multiple times over.
Unlike with Melissa, I did not like what I saw in Bob's head at all. Not only was Bob a repeated sexual offender but he had also killed his fair share of people. Honestly, I was absolutely sure that death was too good for Bob. It was too quick, he had to suffer a bit before he was allowed to leave this life behind.
This was an individual that seemed to enjoy torturing Pokemon to break them so that their organization could sell them as well along with the ones they were sent from the eastern continent. Besides, not only did he torture them, but he also killed some whenever he tortured them a tad too much since he felt that healing them was not worth it.
Actually, killing them could be considered a kind of mercy, but that was definitely not why he did it. As if all that was not enough, Bob's plan for the immediate future was infuriating to the extreme. This son of a Muk was hoping the family would return while he was still here so that he could have his fun with them.
He had a very graphic and vivid imagination of what he was going to do if he got the chance, and I could say with absolute certainty that this guy was a psycho, a lost cause, someone that deserved death and so much more.
Honestly, what I saw made me feel really disgusted and angry, but I couldn't punish Bob right now, so I decided to leave him a present instead. I had my second thought stream (TS) turn all its focus on mind-freezing Bob so that he was essentially "frozen" in time until the moment my second TS stopped doing that.
Once he was frozen, I took my time to mess with his head and in extension with his body as well. I ensured that Bob would get more and more impotent within the next few weeks until his junk became useless aside from pissing. I left that ability intact since I did not want him to die just because the could not empty his bladder.
I also planted a delayed nightmare loop inside his head that would trigger in two weeks that would play whenever he went to sleep. The nightmare would show him his victims and torment him with his fears and various scenarios until he felt genuine remorse for all of his criminal actions.
Well, I did not know if that was possible in the first place or if he would even hold out long enough for that, but we would have to leave that up to fate. After I had arranged all that, I decided to add a failsafe into his mind in case the family returned before he got taken care of.
If that happened, a subconscious command would trigger which would make him believe that he did not want to cause a scene and get some negative attention, which will result in him moving to another place to hide. I also made sure he would not hurt anybody during the shift if it came down to it.
Since this was the first time I had done such extensive work with my advanced telepathy and its related abilities, doing all that stuff took quite some time, close to 15 minutes actually, which in the mental space was a lot longer, thought processes worked much, much faster than regular actions after all.
Regardless, once I was done setting everything up, I focused on the actual reason I came here in the first place. Unlike Melissa, Bob was an active and enthusiastic member of the smuggling ring, so he knew a lot of the other grunts and pretty much all of the lower-ranked team leaders, which the ones that had escaped happened to be.
Good for me, bad for them was that Bob had a pretty good idea where quite a few of those grunts and team leaders were hiding. He also had a decent idea where some of the others might have run off to, so the list of names and locations I got from Bob was much more extensive than the one I got from Melissa.
From that angle, the discomfort I felt after seeing what was going on inside Bob's head was definitely worth it, but I still detested that I had to see all that. It was undoubtedly the most unpleasant experience I had in my entire life so far.
Anyway, after I had everything I needed, I made sure that there were no problems, including adjusting time-related memories to solve the 20ish minutes he just lost, before I allowed the second TS to unfreeze Bob.
"Alright, here's fine thank you," he said while pointing at the kitchen table. "Sure," I returned and pulled out the still-hot pizzas from the delivery bag. I threw Bob a look after that and seeing that he had no plans to give me any additional tip, I left, bag in hand.
However, before I walked out the door, I did a final memory adjustment that changed the memory he had of my current looks with that of the delivery guy waiting for me in the car. I then went back to said car, placed the bag back in its place, and gave the 100 Poke to the delivery guy.
Unfortunately, I had to mess with his memories for a bit as well. Thankfully, it was not much. He just believed that he had successfully delivered the pizzas, and he did not remember my appearance at all. As far as he was concerned, he came here, delivered 4 pizzas to a rather overweight guy, and left.
Well, I did place 500 Poke worth of bills in his jacket's inner pocket in return for his unwitting help. Once he found the money, he would believe that he put it there some time ago but forgot about it.
I could have given him more, but he was a regular civilian, so 500 Poke was already a pretty decent amount for him. Any more and it would have been really unbelievable for him to forget about it. Honestly, 500 Poke was already stretching it a bit, but I would have felt bad if I had given him anything lower than that.
Anyway, with the delivery guy handled as well, I was done here, and I had to say I had done a great job. I was pretty great at this whole undercover agent/spy thing if I had to say so myself, even if I did not like the darker aspects I got to see inside Bob's mind.
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