This is the third part of fictitious story of Melissa, a young female rookie police officer selected to participate in an undercover assignment assigned to a federal task force. Her FTO will serve as her guardian angel and security back up. The romance between Melissa and Gene continues with more revelations about themselves. LB, formerly known as FBB, my love and soul mate is the coauthor and editor.
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Melissa, Gene, their boss, a Metro Police LT, and the fed's special agent in charge, (or SAC) were all quiet traveling in the elevator. At the door to the task force offices, they showed the uniformed security officer their creds and he gave them temporary access badges that were on beaded chains that they placed around their necks. Melissa's badge dangled between her pert breasts and gave everyone she passed a reason to stare at her trim yet feminine figure. Entering the conference room, the SAC introduced them to the other agents that would be working the case and a few specialists that would provide various support functions.
"This is Melissa. She will be our UC (under-cover) while Gene will be her "guardian angel" (back up always close at hand). They'll need to be briefed up on the case and will need to meet with each of the support office reps before they leave today."
Each agent briefed their part of the case and Melissa gathered there was a corrupt politician who was selling government contracts and favors. Because most of the money was coming from "federal sources," the Feds had jurisdiction over the crime. Since the target may have recognized officers that had 'been on the job', the SAC asked for a fresh officer straight from the academy and one that was appropriately nice looking, young, sexy, and with the maturity to operate as a UC.
After the briefing they made the rounds to each support rep. The first was a surveillance specialist that wanted to talk to them about the cars they planned to lease. He would install the radios, covert recording equipment, as well as special compartments that would contain back-up weapons in the event they may need them. He explained that to open the compartments a sensor would have to recognize the fingerprint of the person before the class-7 lock would disarm.
He suggested that Melissa would probably work best with something sporty. After comparing a few models, he suggested a Porsche 918 Cabriolet as a nice pick for Melissa and for Gene a high-end European SUV. Using an American model would look similar to ones used by many law enforcement agencies. After they rented the cars, the specialist told them to send them to a specific garage downtown, which turned out to be a fed front company, to have the special gear installed.
Next, they stopped by the armor, or gunsmith. He opened the vault and they selected a number of different weapons. They both preferred Sig Sauer's but Melissa also chose a small S&W Bodyguard 380 with laser sights and a nice thigh holster that would fit discreetly under any dress. Gene also picked out a tactical shotgun and a Smith & Wesson rifle that matched the one in his personal vehicle.
There next stop was a lady who reminded them both of an old seamstress that worked at many neighborhood shops that seemed to have disappeared over the years. She explained to Melissa that she should bring a few of her bras, jeans and a jacket to have "bugs" sewn into the garment. She also handed Melissa a padded jewelry bag, when she opened it she saw an assortment of items that she learned were either bugs or emergency signaling pieces disguised as jewelry to alert Gene and other back-up agents if she were in trouble.
Back in the SAC's office, he explained that they should never drive their UC cars to any meetings at either the police station house or the federal building. Gene could use his personal car if they needed to meet at a government location. He then handed them tickets to travel to the fed's academy in order to go through a two-week long UC procedures course. The SAC apologized to Gene, knowing he had just been released from a special task force. However, this was a new requirement from Justice after some other agencies blew several UC ops and ended up on the front page of most daily newspapers in the country. He then gave them the address of a special "shopper" that would help Melissa pick out any special wardrobe items and asked Gene if he had a tuxedo and eveningwear etcetera. He handed him a check for $5,000 to cover any new items, as well as wear and tear on his personal clothes.
With their heads spinning with all the details, Gene suggested that they first go car shopping followed by a visit to the "shopper" to assist Melissa. At the leasing office of a dealer that handled European leases, they selected the Porsche in red with black interior that the specialist recommended and a BMW SUV in gray for Gene (who soon realized he was going to lose his beloved convertible!). The agent placed the order for the cars and Gene told the pleasant and rather attractive young lady to deliver the cars to the fed garage since they would likely still be at the academy when they arrived.
Deciding to stop for lunch, they picked a small seafood place not far from the beach. Sitting at a table on the patio, they looked like a couple having lunch and not the UC cops that they really were. Gene felt something rubbing his bare ankle and realized Melissa had slipped her foot from her shoe and was rubbing her perfectly manicured and polished toes along his leg, playing footsies with him. What a surprise! He looked over with a smirk, letting her know much he appreciated what she was doing.
Gene ordered a dozen oysters and clams, not asking whether Melissa would eat what most women considered as "little slimy things." The waiter set the iced platter in the center of the table. Melissa (not missing a beat) opened a package of crackers, stirred some horseradish into the sauce, added a few shots of Tabasco, and squirted the sliced lemon over the sea creatures. She hungrily slurped one of the large oysters with sauce and cracker into her mouth. Gene looked at her tender young face and smiled thinking, 'Test three passed'.
Not wanting to sit through Melissa's session with the wardrobe "shopper" Gene dropped her in front of the classy ladies store and told her to call his cell when she was ready - he was going to check out the condominiums. The feds picked a newly built upscale high-rise that overlooked the bay with a yacht basin, swimming pool, and any other amenity that one could imagine.
