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AlluringEnigma
Wet Narcissist
- Joined
- Feb 25, 2016
- Location
- Madness Incarnate
Aurora Agnew took a moment to allow reality to hit, looking around absentmindedly as if the plain walls of the Federal Bureau of Investigation would in any way alleviate her decision. It was the sort of case that could make a career, one they’d use as an example at the Academy for years to come. It was also the sort of case that could go horribly wrong; this one in particular seemed to harbor some terrible consequences for the young agent. She nodded her head in assent, and the man across from her smiled warmly and shook her hand as if congratulating her for some victory he couldn’t possibly foretell. Aurora was a lot of things, and ambitious was one of her most prominent traits.
It was the sort of trait you needed in her line of work. There didn’t tend to be a lot of sexism in her field, that wasn’t the root of the cause, no the work was just complex, and those with little initiative tended to be left behind by those constantly seizing the day. Her own ambition had served her greatly, as she was still only 28 years old and one of the more prominent field agents in the employ of the government at the moment.
It was for that very reason that the assignment had come to her first. It was the sort that many opted out of due to the inherent danger, and the FBI had no reason to expect her to say yes. Aurora knew, though, that the case was something that would help continue her rocket-like ascension, a rise she had no intention of slowing down.
A few weeks back, local police had picked up, what they had thought to be, a low-level thug over some sort of unrelated charge. By pure chance, someone in the department had looked into his files and found a noted possible connection to the infamous Giver sex ring. The syndicate basically was the last vestige of its kind in the US, and it had used its monopoly to consolidate its power and become a bona fide underground Amazon of women. This connection had led to his turn over to the Feds, and after some digging they had managed to put enough charges on him that he was looking at what amounted to a life sentence.
This, of course, had led to the real outcome they were looking for. He had cracked. It turned out he was a mid-level member of the organization. He was trusted enough to bring someone new into the fold, but low-profile enough for his arrest to avoid suspicion. They offered a deal; help their agent infiltrate the organization, and they’d let him go with a slap on the wrist.
Aurora had been given the rest of the day off to go home; it would be the last time she’d be there for a while. The small apartment was of little comfort to her, and her soft blue eyes found themselves wandering out the window, as if she were yearning to be back at the Bureau instead of lounging about. Normally, she would have infiltrated with a legend as some sort of new member brought into the fold. However, the Giver ring was far too tight for that, and she was presented with the sole option available to the Bureau, have her entered as some sort of new sex slave, with their new contact as her handler, of sorts.
She tried to not think of the proposition, spending the rest of her day enjoying the quiet of her life. When the next day rolled around, she left her house in a tight white blouse and equally tight black jeans, her long brown hair lying loosely gathered behind her shoulders. She arrived at the man’s apartment, now filled with Federal agents. Aurora was given one last chance to back out. She brushed it off and the room slowly emptied of its government workforce, until it was just her and her way into the organization. She turned to him with a blank expression “So when do we get to work?”
It was the sort of trait you needed in her line of work. There didn’t tend to be a lot of sexism in her field, that wasn’t the root of the cause, no the work was just complex, and those with little initiative tended to be left behind by those constantly seizing the day. Her own ambition had served her greatly, as she was still only 28 years old and one of the more prominent field agents in the employ of the government at the moment.
It was for that very reason that the assignment had come to her first. It was the sort that many opted out of due to the inherent danger, and the FBI had no reason to expect her to say yes. Aurora knew, though, that the case was something that would help continue her rocket-like ascension, a rise she had no intention of slowing down.
A few weeks back, local police had picked up, what they had thought to be, a low-level thug over some sort of unrelated charge. By pure chance, someone in the department had looked into his files and found a noted possible connection to the infamous Giver sex ring. The syndicate basically was the last vestige of its kind in the US, and it had used its monopoly to consolidate its power and become a bona fide underground Amazon of women. This connection had led to his turn over to the Feds, and after some digging they had managed to put enough charges on him that he was looking at what amounted to a life sentence.
This, of course, had led to the real outcome they were looking for. He had cracked. It turned out he was a mid-level member of the organization. He was trusted enough to bring someone new into the fold, but low-profile enough for his arrest to avoid suspicion. They offered a deal; help their agent infiltrate the organization, and they’d let him go with a slap on the wrist.
Aurora had been given the rest of the day off to go home; it would be the last time she’d be there for a while. The small apartment was of little comfort to her, and her soft blue eyes found themselves wandering out the window, as if she were yearning to be back at the Bureau instead of lounging about. Normally, she would have infiltrated with a legend as some sort of new member brought into the fold. However, the Giver ring was far too tight for that, and she was presented with the sole option available to the Bureau, have her entered as some sort of new sex slave, with their new contact as her handler, of sorts.
She tried to not think of the proposition, spending the rest of her day enjoying the quiet of her life. When the next day rolled around, she left her house in a tight white blouse and equally tight black jeans, her long brown hair lying loosely gathered behind her shoulders. She arrived at the man’s apartment, now filled with Federal agents. Aurora was given one last chance to back out. She brushed it off and the room slowly emptied of its government workforce, until it was just her and her way into the organization. She turned to him with a blank expression “So when do we get to work?”