Sam and Micheal were watching from the black Charger out of site as Fiona was standing in the rain. "You couldn't have picked a nicer day to conduct a weapons deal Micheal?" Fiona asked through the mic concealed in her jacket, freezing from the pouring rain. "Sorry Phi, The gun runners insisted on having this day for the deal." Micheal answered back through his walkie talkie.
"Well, you still could have given me an umbrella."
Sam decides to enter the conversation with his talkie. "Jeez Fi, never knew you were such a whiner" Micheal turned his head and glared at Sam as Fiona said "Ooohoho, you are SO getting hit for that one"
"Ease up you two, we need to stay focused."
"I know, Micheal." Started Fiona "But sometimes Sam just- Hold up, we got a black Sedan rolling up" Upon hearing this, Micheal grabbed his binoculars and began scanning the area. Sure enough, Micheal found a black Sedan rolling closer to Fiona's position. The car came to a halt, and out came two large men wearing black rain suits, no doubt with guns under them, and a smaller man wearing the same suit. As they approached Fiona, she shouted "I thought I told you to come alone"
The smaller man shouted back "Forgive me for being paranoid, can't be to careful these days."
"Do you have the money?"
"Do you have the guns?"
Fiona grabbed a large duffel bag from behind her and placed it on a large cement block between her and the men. The three men stepped closer to the block, and placed a bag of similiar size. Fiona unzipped her bag it to show the men the weapons. The men did the same. "Pleasure doing buisness with you" Fiona said, but before she could grab the bag with the money, all three of the men pulled there guns out and aimed at Fiona. "As I said, I'm a paranoid man. can't have the police arrest and interrogate you now can I?"
Phiona simply smiled and ducked behind the cement block as a flurry of sniper rounds from the Charger came at the three men. They scattered as Fiona grabbed the weapon bag and ran away from them as the Charger came rolling up. The smaller man noticed her jump in the car and shouted "AFTER HER, WE CAN'T LET HER ESCAPE!" All three men ran back to the Sedan and gave chase.
"What the hell happened Phi!?" Shouted Sam as he fired his weapon at the Sedan.
"I don't know! All I did was show him what was in the bag. He is really paranoid." Shouted back Fiona as two bullets ricoshet off the Charger.
"We can figure that out later!" Micheal yelled "Right now, let's just try to lose these guys." Micheal turned the car to the right as a bullet shattered a tail light. As Micheal was speeding down the road, there was a sudden light from nowhere. Micheal was blinded and accidentaly swerved the car, causing it to spin out. As sudden as the light came, it vanished along with the charger and it's occupants.
The Sedan came screeching around the turn, and stopped as the Charger was nowhere to be seen. The three men got out and searched for the car. "Where the hell did they go?" shouted the smaller man. "I don't know, boss." yelled one of the guards. "It's as if they disappeared."
When you're out in the field, either undercover during a drug deal, or simply surveillancing a known criminal, sometimes the circumstances will change. Maybe you get lucky, the drug deal goes off without a hitch, or the criminal does something that you can report on. Or maybe it's for the worse, the deal goes sour and you get hurt, or the criminal does nothing and you wasted resources. No matter what happens, you get the proper training for each outcome.
Nothing can prepare you for when the circumstances become strange. Maybe the drug deal turns into a story that rivals Romeo and Juliet, or the criminal suddenly disappears into thin air. When something like that happens, you have to rely on your instinct, your skills, and whoever feels like helping you at that moment in order to either get out alive, or explain to your
superiors how you lost the target and not get fired.
So when you find yourself in a world filled with magical pastel colored ponies, and you yourself turned into a magical pastel colored pony, You need to deal with the strange circumstances ... and maybe make a quick buck -or should I say 'bit'- or two.
