In the apartment complex in the city's south, everything was quiet. However, the tranquility was interrupted as the tenant of apartment 207 had his door knocked on. Taken aback by this unexpected event, he got up off his couch and strode over to the door, where he saw who was knocking. When he opened the door, he saw an attractive blonde woman waiting outside.
"Hi, can I help you?" came his surprised voice.
The woman flashed her badge, as she entered the apartment.
"Sir, I'm from the Department of Health, from the county. I'm here to conduct a routine inspection."
"Oh. I, uh, wasn't expecting anything at all."
Her expression remained neutral.
"I understand your concerns about this being a surprise, sir, but we've received some complaints. Don't worry though, this should be quick. If you don't mind...?"
She let that linger, with the suggestion that it was best to get out of her way to get it over with.
"Is this necessary? I mean, I don't think anything is wrong."
After some time, she evidently concluded her inspection, which she let him know. If he was being honest, he was a bit annoyed that today, of all days, the county decided to send somebody around, but at the moment he was about to reclaim the peace.
"Thank you for the time, and sorry again for the inconvenience--things look good. Have a good rest of the day."
Once the door closed behind the inspector, he breathed a sigh of relief. Phew! She hadn't found his stash--the secret was still safe. However, he thought it was prudent to let the rest of the gang know that he had a close call today, but things were still okay.
Unbeknownst to him, that was not the case.
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There had long been a suspicion that traffickers were using that house to store their drugs and weapons there, and the seemingly-innocuous visit was the FBI's way of confirming that.
Immediately after the "county inspector" left, she made her way to the county offices. However, instead of going in, she pulled over to the side, got out, made sure she wasn't being followed, and entered a side door. Once safely inside, she made her way to a meeting room to debrief everybody.
"How did it go?" asked the agent on her right. She smiled grimly.
"It turns out we were right," came the answer. "I noticed some signs that large caches had been stored there, and I noticed some residue of all the drugs they'd stored. Turns out they weren't as thorough in hiding things there."
From there, she delved in the smaller, minute details of what she saw, and while she was doing so the others were taking the odd note. Eventually the debriefing was over, and there was a palpable sense of excitement. As the other agents prepared to go out, she lagged behind, as usual.
"What's the matter, Pavlenko? You're going to miss out on all the fun!" grinned one of her colleagues.
She returned the grin. "Hey, you know me. I've gotta do my own preparations."
"Ah yeah, right. Don't want to get that nice outfit of yours dirty, yeah?"
She waved to acknowledge this on her way to to the locker rooms.
Once inside, she sighed. Today had been a long day, and while she was used to going undercover, it was always tense when cartels were involved. Fortunately, it was time to slip into something more comfortable. Digging in the base of her neck, she eventually found the edge of the mask, and pulled outward and upwards. With a satisfying sound, it came off, and it was quickly yet carefully placed in the locker of the agent known as Pavlenko. Inside their locker, they had something unique: a headstand and a hanger for something larger than your standard clothing. Tucked away, in a neat pile, was their regular clothes, awaiting their owner. However, they couldn't be worn until the rest of the bodysuit came off, which happened in quick order. Once the agent was dressed as normal, they strapped their sidearm in its holster and hustled to rejoin the rest of the raid team--there was no way in the world that Agent "Pavlenko" was going to miss seeing these bastards being taken down!
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