"Your assignment is simple. Get on board, find the drugs, and get the hell out of there as soon as you have evidence. Do I make myself clear?"
"Clear as the Caribbean, sir."
"And do not talk to any of the smugglers if you can help it. One slip up could land you dead in the water."
"I know, sir. I won't fail."
"I hope so… for your sake. These men are highly dangerous and to be treated with utmost caution. They will kill you if they realize why you are really there."
"I understood the risks before I even applied for this job. I know the dangers, as well as the consequences of failure."
"Very well. Here are the files of the main suspects. Review them well, for tomorrow you must report to the docks bright and early. They will be signing on new crew members and you have all the qualifications they require. They should hire you."
"Remind me again what I'm applying for, again."
"You are applying for assistant cook."
"And if they don't hire me on?"
"Sneak aboard. We have to catch these smugglers."
"I understand, sir."
"Good. Now, go read up. You've got a big day tomorrow."
~ 1 hour later ~
I looked over the files at my desk, the small lamp the only source of light in the dim room. A plate of my half eaten dinner sat to my right, but anticipation for the coming day tomorrow spoiled any appetite I may have had. I glanced at the clock on the wall and promptly gave a pained groan as I saw the hour hand nearing the 12. Nearly midnight already?
What was I thinking, taking this job? I thought as I gazed over a certain file. "Allan Thompson, huh?" I murmured aloud. I suppressed a shiver. "He doesn't look to be that nice of a fellow." I glanced at the other file. "Tom, eh? Looks a little bit nicer I guess. Either way, I got my hands full with this case."
My roommate came in. "I can't believe you took that job, Shadow!" he exclaimed loudly, walking over to where I sat at my desk.
I didn't even glance over to him. "Piss off, Charlie. I'm busy," I growled. I ran a hand through my short light brown hair that barely reached the bottom of my chin.
"But not even Jake would take the job! He's the best spy we've got!" Charlie protested, sitting on the lower bunk which belonged to him.
I gave a snort and turned my harsh blue gaze to him in a glare. My eyes were such an intense tropical blue they scared most away. Or caused whoever was caught in their gaze to wet themselves. But not Charlie. "You give him too much praise, Charlie. He's a coward," I growled, baring my teeth slightly.
"But-"
"Nah ah! Don't even bother defending the lout, savvy? I don't wanna hear it," I interrupted him with a snarl, poking my finger towards his chest.
Charlie blinked as his head rocked slightly back. "Savvy? You're already turning into a sailor!" he teased, grinning at me.
I simply narrowed my eyes at him before turn back to my reading. "Keep pushin' me, Charlie," I hissed through clenched teeth, drawing the first word out. "Just keep on pushin' me."
"Aw, c'mon, Shad! This is the last day I may ever see you again, especially if they find out about your mission!" Charlie protested.
I gave another snort. "I find your lack of faith… disturbing," I growled at him. I wasn't going to tell him that after I got paid for this job I was out. Gone. And I wasn't coming back. That is… if I even get off the ship alive.
