AN: Hi~ I decided to rewrite and edit the existing chapters of 'undercover' and at the same time reread the story so I can get more chapters done to it. ^^
"Rosette Christopher? The chief wants to see you." a young man called "Pronto."
Rosette looked up from the big pile of papers there lay in front of her on her desk and grumbled small, inaudible curses under her breath "What is it now? Dammit.." She grumbled, got up and walked by the crowded desks of her colleagues, straight towards the lion's den, which was her supervisor's office.
She wondered what he wanted this time "Probably just more paperwork." She thought with a grimace.
She knocked on the door and soon heard a deep male voice answer "Come in!"
She walked inside and watched the man opposite her "You wanted to see me Mr. Gilliam, Sir?" she asked, closing the door after her, leaving the noise of voices and telephones outside. The man, who was rather big with a little mop of black hair on top of his head and a pair of small black, evil (in Rosette's opinion) eyes, with which he seemed to be able to see right through her, looked up from his computer screen "Please take a seat Ms. Christopher." he told her, not answering her question.
Rosette nodded and sat down in one of the brown leather chairs in front of the man's desk "What's up?" she asked "More paperwork again? More punishment for destroying something? You know it wasn't my fault that building collapsed that day! It was shoddy work!"
The man shook his head, sighing by the memory of the giant bill from that "No Rosette, it's nothing like that this time," he replied "I have a very important task for you."
"What task?" she asked curiously with glint of excitement in her blue eyes. Gilliam cleared his throat and began to explain "As you know, we have a little problem with some gang fights of the mafia henchmen here in town... every week there are found dead people that have been involved with them," he explained "We found the twentieth dead yesterday in the water at the harbour and we decided we have had enough of this. The victim was an old friend of ours, which we have had our eyes on for a long time. A big fish in the underworld so to speak."
"O~kay... and what do you want me to do about it?" Rosette asked warily.
Gilliam took off his reading glasses and eyed her with a serious look "I want you to go undercover and find evidence against those bastards. And if luck is with you, find the one responsible for the murder cases." He explained "We haven't been able to arrest anyone because of our lack of evidence... and in their society one hand is washing the other, and if it doesn't it will mercilessly be cut off."
"And you want to send ME? WHY ME?"
Gilliam coughed lightly and said "Well... you were the first person I could think of Rosette." He mumbled. Not telling her he just needed some peace in the office for once. He had had migraine attacks ever since she finished police academy and had appeared in his department.
"Why? I could get KILLED..." she yelled, making Gilliam wince in pain (well, hello new headache) by the loud volume. He cleared his throat "I know that it's a big risk, but we have to stop the unnecessary killings... our image is already suffering because of it. People have begun to call us unreliable. They don't trust us anymore and..-" he paused "-and you were the only one I think can be successful in this."
Rosette narrowed her eyes "I demand a BIG juicy bonus for that." She grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. Gilliam's eyes widened "WHAT? You have destroyed for far more than I can actually pay this month!"
She narrowed her eyes further, her look becoming almost deadly. Gilliam sighed, thinking about the peace and quiet they could get in the office after she was gone "Fine... you'll get your bonus." He replied defeated. The blonde cheered "Yay, you can count on me bossy~" he winced once again.
The man rubbed the bridge of his nose "Why is it that she is always able to persuade me?" he reached her some papers with the informations she needed and saw her skip out of the office "Say hi to your wife from me!" she called as the door closed with a loud crash. He pulled out a little bottle from his desk and swallowed two of the painkillers which could be found inside "She is going to be the death of me one day..." he grumbled.