March 2, 2021, 12:31pm
"Did you, or did you not kill those people?" the interrogator asks.
"Yes, but Sam had nothing to do with anything."
"So you're telling me he just happened to just be standing there, watching you commit those crimes, and not at all involving himself?"
"She, and yes, that's exactly what happened."
"Whatever, just sign this confession and we can get this over with."
Derik is just about to grab the pen when Zhane Key, the police chief, walks in. "I wouldn't sign that if I were you."
"What the hell are you doing!?" the interrogator blurts, "I was just about to put this murderer behind bars!"
"I have a better use for him, I have a deal. And Jack, I'd advise you to leave." Zhane says in anger at Jack's yelling. Jack leaves, "Hey kid, I have a deal for you, we heard through the grapevine that you were approached by the head of the Desmond mafia, about you working for them. I've convinced the higher-ups to give you a chance for immunity for your crimes from the past few days. All you have to do is meet back up with Don and accept his deal, you will be undercover, you'll help us destroy them from the inside out. If you don't agree to the deal, you and your friend'll be seeing life behind bars until the day you die, and uh, let's just say prison doesn't treat people in the situation of your friend too well." Zhane takes a short pause, "I'm going to leave naw, to let that sink in, I'll be back shortly."
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Zhane walks in, "So, what's the verdict?"
"I'll do it." Derik exclaims, "on one condition, Sam is excluded from any undercover work."
"Deal." Zhane says.
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"Okay, you will not be wired or anything, all you will have to do is come to the station once a month so you can tell us any intel you have gathered." Zhane says.
"Okay."
"Just don't get killed, or kill anyone else, sound good?"
"Not even one person pissing me off?"
"No, that would ruin the mission, which would mean we would have to move in early, which could be very dangerous."
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Derik calls Don, "I've reconsidered your offer, I will be a hitman for you, I got rid of Sam, you won't have to worry about her."
"Good, I'm glad you finally came to your senses, though that position has already been filled, for now you will just be working as a thug, working with transport of goods and other menial tasks around the HQ."
"What the fuck! That wasn't the deal!" Derik yells out of anger, "This is great, I'll be able to gather intel better and easier." he thinks.
"Too bad, the position has already been filled."
"Whatever."
"Anyway, I'll now do a check for any wires, spread your arms out like you're doing a T pose."
"I swear I've seen this guy somewhere." Derik thinks. He makes a straight line with his arms to make a T. Don pulls a hand held metal detector out of his back pocket. "How the fuck did he fit that in his pocked?" Derik wonders. The metal detector goes off "What the fuck?" Derik inquiries.
"Tell me what you're hiding." Don says with a calm but angry voice.
"I didn't know I had anything metal on me."
"Take your clothes off."
"What!?"
"You heard me, you'll either tell me or show me, either way I'm going to find out."
"I don't kn-" Derik gets interrupted by Don ripping off his shirt, "What the hell!? That was my favorite shit you fucking psycho!" Derik yells. "I was going to take it off!"
"Well you should've gone faster, now take off your pants or I'll do the same, though either way they'll be going in the trash."
"Why?"
"I'll tell you in a second, also I just went back over and it seems the detector just had a fritz, you're lucky."
"So you ripped my shirt for absolutely no reason!?" Derik yells in anger.
"To be fair, it would've been disposed of either way." Don says "Oh look, they're here, thank you Eleonor."
"You're welcome sir." Eleonor says.
"Now, Derik, put this on" Don holds out a red tracksuit.
"What the fuck is that?"
"The newbie suit, you'll get better stuff the longer you're here."
"Fuck, ah whatever. Hand it over." Don hands Derik the outfit, he puts it on.