Chapter 3 The NSA

Christie's eyes slowly opened. She still felt drowsy and she even felt nauseous now. When she finally recovered from the drowsy and nauseous feeling, she sat up.

She was on a bed in a room, she stood up. The room was four squared in shape with only one door which was the bathroom, when she opened it to see.

Where was she exactly?

She moved to what seemed to be the entrance but there was no door, just a complete glass wall. Some men soon stood in front of her by the glass wall.

They were talking to each other but she couldn't hear a thing, the room was totally soundproof. She couldn't hear what they were saying and they wouldn't be able to hear what she will say.

It was then she recalled everything that had happened from earlier. Who exactly arrested or captured her?

Could it be the owners of the vase? Or some other enemy? Because the ordinary police doesn't have these kinds of facilities. If it were the police, she would have been put in a regular cell, with cellmates.

Where is this place?

The men soon left, then a group of armed men walked in and the glass wall just slide aside, giving the armed men access to her.

"Who are you guys?" Christie questioned but they didn't respond and instead they came at her, to apprhend her.

"Let go!" Christie demanded as the men brought her hands backwards and handcuff her hands.

"Move!" one of them ordered, shoving her roughly at the shoulder.

Reluctantly, she began to go with them. They were too many for only her to beat up and the place looks like a big establishment, even if she is able to get rid of these men, more men might be sent over to her before she can even think of escaping.

They took her over to a room that looks like an interrogating room and sat her down, they didn't take the cuffs off. The room was large enough.

She placed her cuffed hands on the table in front of her and then she glared at the lady and the two men that walked into the room, two of the armed men were still in the room.

"Deadly whisper," one of the men started.

"Your arrest is really going to fetch me the promotion I have been yearning for, for a long time now," the man added, the man was a third ranked officer in the national security agency (NSA)- Mr. Rodriguez Slam.

"Who the hell are you guys?" Christie inquired.

"We are officers of the NSA and you are currently at our base," told the woman, Elena Trevino, and one of Christie's brows raised up.

"You never expected to be caught by the NSA, aye?" Rodriguez mocked.

"Just your luck," Christie smirked.

"You are a very wanted criminal, deadly whisper. Not even a single identification on you Whisper, who are you?" asked the other man- Brian Ridley.

"And you really expect me to tell you that?" Christie grinned.

'How stupid!' she thought.

"Well, you are supposed to go to jail inmediately for all your crimes but the NSA is willing to grant you a shorter jail term, because we've got bigger fish to fry and you will just come in handy for the job since you are already into these kinds of things," Elena informed.

"I'm General Elena Trevino by the way, this is Colonel Rodriguez Slam and this fine young man over here, is Lieutenant Brian Ridley of the special intelligence team," Elena introduced.

"So what are you trying to imply?" Christie went straight to the matter at hand.

"You will get a shorter jail term if you do a job for us," Rodriguez replied.

"What kind of job?" Christie inquired.

"We need you to infiltrate a syndicate group suspected to be the leaders of the syndicate groups and mafia families nationwide. The group is currently suspected to be run by a prestigious family in the country," Elena added.

"But to the public this family's wealth and power is just from their legal business empire. But after much suspicious instances, it has instigate the NSA to suspect that the family is running the syndicate group," Brian continued.

"But we haven't been able to get any evidence against the mafia family, we haven't been able to get anything to implicate them and that's where you come in," Elena declared.

"Ms. Whisper, you will infiltrate and spy on this family, gathering enough Intel for the NSA that will incriminate the mafia family," Brian added.

"Easy pissy, who am I spying on?" Christie replied.

"It's not as easy as you may be thinking. These people are good, they have been covering up their tracks for years and it was only recently that we started having doubts about the family. This is the Vistlon family that we are talking about here," Rodriguez butted in.

What? The Vistlon family? Those were the very people she has been preparing and planning to take down. This was a total win win for her.

She smirked, "I'm in. But I have just one condition,"

"You don't get to demand for anything," Rodriguez fumed.

"Colonel?" Elena interceded.

"Well, I do. From the looks of things, you don't seem to be the one calling the shots here," Christie infuriated the man even more.

"Why you little-"

"Since you guys are about to send me on a mission that might endanger my life especially if the targets find out that I am a mole-"

"That's why you will need to be very careful," Elena interrupted Christie who had cut Rodriguez off.

"I don't want my jail term to be shortened, I want complete amnesty. All charges against me should be dropped," Christie continued.

"What? You are never-"

"Stand down Colonel," Elena interrupted and Rodriguez gritted his teeth. This woman, always acting high and mighty as if she was better than him. He just couldn't wait for his promotion.

"Is that all?" Elena inquired.

"Yes," Christie answered.

"Well..." Elena trailed off, trying to give Christie's request a good thought.

"Fine." Elena decided, there was really no time to waste.

"You can't be serious," Rodriguez responded.

"But with a condition that you turn completely away from your old ways, if a single report about you returning to your old ways is confirmed, I won't hesitate to throw you into jail," Elena warned.

"Pinky swear and promise," Christie grinned.

They finally removed the handcuffs off her hands, then they took her to another room to discuss further.

"You will keep in touch with Lieutenant Brian, and report directly to him. He in turn will report directly to us. Once you have been released, you need to get to work ASAP.

"Find a way to infiltrate the Vistlon family and you will report every single details of your progress in the case," Elena elaborate

"And..." Elena continued, as some lab scientists began to troop into the room.

The lead scientist brought into view, a syringe gun and started to walk towards Christie.

"Hey?! What do you think you are doi-" before Christie could react or resist, the syringe had already been injected into Christie's hand.

"Don't fight it," Elena suggested.

"What the hell?!" Christie responded, she could feel the unknowing substance running across her now erect veins.

"It's a tracker. We can track wherever you go and if you want to play a fast one on us, it also allows us to eliminate you," Elena informed with a mischievous grin.

Rodriguez smiled ear to ear like a cheshire cat. He thought General Elena was going to trust the woman completely.

Christie glared at them. "?!"