The Perfect Crime
Detective Matthew Williams checked his outfit and equipment one more time. This was his first undercover mission, and he didn't want to fuck it up. He'd finally been noticed, after four years of hard work doing countless difficult cases, and his boss had said he 'was perfect for this job.' Matthew had been waiting to hear those words for so long.
The job in question was fairly straightforward, yet certainly not to be considered easy. The task was to find one Gilbert Beilschmidt. This name on it's own was enough to make Matthew nervous, as this man was the main suspect in the attempted murder of Mr. Feliciano Vargas, so when paired with the fact that he was meant to track him down and engage him, to say the least, Matthew was scared out of his wits.
He was terrified, really. But he had no time to be terrified, that's what he kept telling himself, he had to get into character. This wasn't going to be quite as easy as he'd originally thought. The man in question looked deadly and fierce. His eyes were red; the eyes of the devil, the eyes of a killer.
Strangely, Captain Alfred Jones hadn't given him a specific character to play while undercover. His explanation was that, since it was impossible for Mr. Beilschmidt to know who he was, Matthew's basic personality and name didn't need to change. His main goal was to get information out of this man, in a casual manor.
Matthew knew what that meant, though Captain Jones never said it. He was supposed to befriend Gilbert Beilschmidt. If that was even possible. The captain had given him specific instructions to call for backup if Matthew deemed the situation unsafe. Matthew was fairly confident though. He knew he could rely on his skills, and he was armed with various tiny, but effective, weapons.
Matthew really looked like he lived in The North Side- a poor, and dangerous, section of the city. He wore a pair of fairly tight skinny jeans, with short metal chains hanging down on the sides, that had a rip right above his left ankle. Said rip looked completely natural, and not like it was meant to be there. He wore flat black sneakers, good for running, with laces that were also black. Nothing he wore looked new, and in fact was most likely about five years old, yet his clothing still gave the impression that he wanted to look at least somewhat attractive. Such was the case for everyone living in this town he supposedly came from. Apparently people there thought it important to look good, even if there were more necessary things, such as food, that they logically should be spending their money on.
Matthew also wore a gray jacket, that was rather large on him, and a navy tank top underneath. He didn't quite look like a delinquent, but people would assume he was from a poor neighborhood. Captain Jones had also insisted that Matthew switch his new glasses for cheaper frames.
His clothes had come from a thrift shop on the east side of town. He was meant to look somewhat innocent, for a person from The North Side, but not completely so. No one who lived in the poor sections of town was naive, at least. They had to be able to hold their own in a fight too. It was a sad truth, but it did make Matthew a great candidate for this undercover mission, as Captain Jones had said. He was young and shy looking, but despite that Matthew could kick ass in a fight. He even excelled at close range fights rather than long, which fit his character nicely. Said character was not part of a gang, and instead was operating on his own and merely trying to stay alive, so slight shyness in his appearance was good. Matthew didn't want to look like a total hard ass and give the wrong impression.
Matthew looked over the case file he had been given one last time before departing. Gilbert was last seen eighteen hours ago in a bar in The North Side, which was why Matthew's character lived there, but he could have already been long gone. Matthew would have to get there quickly.
Matthew placed his tiny microphone in his ear- the final touch to the equipment he had hidden. This way he could call Captain Jones if necessary, and the Captain could track him. Matthew took a deep breath. It was time to start searching for his target. He hoped the police were wrong about Gilbert being the one to attempt Mr. Vargas' murder. If he was the culprit, then Matthew was soon to be friends with a murderer. If he could pull it off that is.
Matthew looked up slightly nervously at the sign as he entered the bar: The Eagle's Nest. It was a rather strange name for a bar in Matthew's mind, but it could have some hidden meaning that Matthew was unaware of. He shook his head quickly and made sure to compose his facial expression before entering the bar. He had to make sure he didn't looked nervous in situations such as these from now on. People who had really lived in The North Side all their lives would never be apprehensive to walk into a bar.
Remembering how to act while looking natural was quite a feat for Matthew, but he managed to stroll into the Eagle's Nest without issue. There were few people in the bar, and Matthew wondered why Gilbert would be in this little pub. There was an extremely large man in one corner who looked up upon Matthew's entry. He looked like he belonged to the motorcycle that Matthew had seen parked outside. There were also a four guys hanging out in one corner who were knocking back beers at an incredibly fast rate.
Matthew once again marveled at the Captain's outfit choice for his undercover mission. The men's outfits were incredibly similar to his in style. They had jackets and jeans like his, perhaps slightly tighter jeans if that was even possible, and one of them had a long necklace hanging down from his neck. Matthew decided it was unwise to stare, so he instead walked up to the counter.
There was a woman at the counter who seemed to be sizing him up. She had on a blue tube top that showed her belly button piercing, a silver heart, and extremely long, manicured nails. She was obviously trying very hard to look attractive. Matthew couldn't figure out why she was working at an empty bar like this if she wanted people to notice her beauty. Everything about this place seemed strange and foreign.
"What is that you want today, cutie?" Matthew was startled at this. Why isn't she talking like that to one of those guys over there? Matthew thought in reference to the four men in the corner of the pub. They seemed like they would be more of this woman's type. In spite of these thoughts, Matthew answered flawlessly. He didn't want to blow his cover already.
"I'll take a beer." Though his voice was soft, he knew he hadn't exposed himself. The woman didn't flinch or stare at him, and neither did anyone else in the bar. Matthew had noticed that every other person there was drinking a beer. He thought he should order one as well so he didn't seem conspicuous.
"Sure, Baby," the woman said before turning around to fill a mug. Her skirt was incredibly short.
"Thanks." He wasn't yet familiar with the slang that people in the area used, so Matthew thought it wise to keep his talking to a minimum. After a moment's thought though, Matthew decided to ask the woman about Gilbert Beilschmidt. "Say, has anyone named Gilbert come in here lately?"
The woman bit one of her talon-like nails, seeming to think about the question. Then her eyes brightened and she smiled slightly. "Yeah, I think so. Albino guy? Crazy red eyes?"
"That's him." Matthew leaned back and attempted to smirk seductively. He knew, however, it most likely looked more like a shy smile, but he couldn't stop now. Matthew continued in an even voice which was becoming increasingly hard to keep up. "Have any idea where he could have gone?" Matthew leaned forward again and rested his chin on his right hand. "Its very important."
The woman smiled and placed Matthew's beer down in front of him. "Said he would be back today. I haven't seen him yet though."
Matthew grabbed the beer and slid off the bar stool he had been sitting on. "Thanks, Babe," he said with a smile. He then turned around quickly. He didn't want the woman to see the blush creeping onto his face. He didn't know if he could do this job. What if he couldn't keep from exposing himself? What if someone discovered his true identity?
Matthew took a large gulp of the beer as he sat down at one of the tables. He couldn't give up- he had only just begun. It has to get easier, right? He thought. Somehow Matthew didn't quite believe it. It was no matter though. If Gilbert was going to be visiting this bar today, Matthew would stay and wait for him. At least as long as he could without either raising suspicion, or having to flirt with the girl at the bar again.