An alarm went off in the room, the tone is for the third time ringing so am already late somewhere. It's the final year of my training and i am summoned to the captain of the YORK PD. The rumor is, a select few cadets from our academy will be going undercover in Bathom. A country drowned in notorious gangs of narcotics and illegal arms deal. It's no secret, YORK is a neighborhood city to Bathom by the boarder. So YORK city and it's joints are terrorized by the cartels and gangs from Bathom. Ever since the fall of the military regime in Bathom, every Lord wannabe was hell bent into either narcotics or ammunitions. First it was just Bathom and it's joints, but now everyone neighboring the country suffers the same ordeal. This makes it necessary to infiltrate the very centre of it all. Seven of us were summoned to the YORK PD central by the captain the letter reads. I know that we were two women and five guys. I could say, Isabella Mollina must have been selected for her marksmanship, the girl hits bulls eye on the first time she held a fire arm, and never missed a mark ever since. Rumor is her family is all military and that she learned shooting before she learned to read. As for the other guys, they were in detective classes, which begs the question as to why i was there in the first place, it's obvious i had no talent, not in the firing range nor in hand to hand combat. I was listed "crude" in the academy notice board, ARIANDA NORRIS, everyone says if I do not drop out today, i risk an expulsion tomorrow. I am always late somewhere or missed something. But i did my best. I just made sure I did not dropout or get expelled.

The invitation letter wrote that i am to be in the city hall by 10 in the morning and it was 9 when my third alarm went off. But i will make it. Plus maybe am not the only one trailing late as a show of confidence. As i put on my coat, i heard a knock on the door. It was Isabella, "oh hi there Isabella, fancy seeing you here" she rolled her eyes looked me up and down and mattered "don't flatter yourself Norris, you are late as usual. And don't call me by my first name please. The deans wants to have a word in the square before we depart for YORK city, and try to be sharp please some of us are trying to make a name for ourselves out here" she slammed the door and walked away. And even though I admired the talent in her, the attitude made me think, "what a bitch!!.. i mean who is not trying to make a name out here? I hope she doesn't mean me!!" i walked towards the square for the word with the deans of the academy.

Four deans of faculties were there, the detective school , the sniper faculty, ant-drug school and the intelligence academy. Everyone was looking so sharp i even felt a little out of place with my hair allover the place. Isabella and the other guys looked so up for the task! I felt jealous and out of place for a moment. Walked across the room my shoes making all sorts of noises, found a chair and sat down. The Vice councilor came in late she entered the room with a good morning to you all,

"is everyone here already? Is Ms Norris here already, or is she late? Because by Gods the future of intel and ant-drugs depends on how sharp she will be" everyone laughed and looked at me, so she sighed "ooh on time i see, thats a first one" i sat there thinking, this is a new one, first, why does the Councilor know my name? and second what does she mean by the future depending on how sharp i be? This dazzled me a bit so I forgot to pay attention so she called out, "Ms Norris listen up please. Will everyone pay attention here! The cancer of narcotics, ammunition and gang battles has reached our country, and the path and routes are here in YORK CITY, the country has sought out the best and called upon our academy to the task at hand. If you all look at the screen, we are to infiltrate, associate, learn and disrupt the entire Bathom Cartel. This will cause a fall out of all other cartels and gangs. So hopefully also the end of this filthy mess corroding the morality of our country. Four faculty heads are here to witness you going out even before graduation because you are the best of your classes among a few other things" looking at me, everyone laughed at that note. She went on adding, "remember that the task is undercover, on that note we hope to your discretion and we hold plausible deniability should your cover be blown. Three guys from the detective school who mastered linguistics will act oversight and as your handlers, four of you will be undercover field operatives. Lets just hope Ms Norris is paying attention because by Gods i can see myself in a court hearing about this in the future, that being said, on your way out pic your envelope here which contains your cover packages. Thank you all and all the best". So she took four envelopes from her bag and placed them on a table in front of her, waving us to collect them and heard out. So I noticed, out of seven only four of us got envelopes, the three guys who didn't get envelopes were to be oversight in Bathom. Frankly it was all vague to me at this point. I even was scared of the point where if i blew cover, the department had plausible deniability. We entered a police van which was right outside the square, i opened my envelope as i sat down, In it was a letter with a seal label CONFIDENTIAL. This caught my eye immediately.

The CONFIDENTIAL seal belonged to the interior minister of home affairs. This means that not only does the councilor know me, but also the interior minister wrote to me. I was bewildered by the sight of the official seal on the envelope enclosing the letter. The four of us were all thrilled by the letters, I could tell by the look in peoples' eyes and the silence in the van. This seals we see today, we only read about them in orientation classes at the academy. So here it was, right in my arms and addressed directly to me. The feeling in me i must admit was overwhelmingly glorious. Even the cold hearted Isabella Molina was melted away by the sight of the ministry's official seal. She finally looked at me and smiled with a grin of satisfaction. The driver of the ministry was an officer in the interior ministry and the department of home affairs. He looked at his drivers mirror and said, " we have a tail, now everyone secure your packages and i will try and loose these goons" after saying that he made a hard right off the highway and a black sedan passes right by us. We were all shocked and Isabella went on by asking, "who was that?" The driver was silent for a minutes or two were he made another hard right and a left onto a one way street, then steadily slowed down. He reached out to his pocked and waved a shield to us. Apparently he was special ant-drug trafficking agent under the interior ministry. He said, ". I am special agent Mohamed Fayaz with the ant-drug trafficking bureau, the goons we just lost were the Bathon cartel lieutenants here in YORK CITY, apparently there is a leak of this operation so that tail was supposed to identify you guys. So stay low because even YORK PD central downtown is not safe" after that he pulled over in front of a black gate and drove into the garage. He stopped the engine and said, "we will camp here. Everybody get into the house and settle down, familiarize yourself with your cover or duties you are to partake" he handed over three briefcases to the guys with oversight duties, they were labeled "SURVEILLANCE PACKAGE". I took my envelope and headed into one of the rooms. I sat on the chair by the bedside to catch a breath. I could hear the other doors slamming shut. Which means everyone was settling in.