In a basement in the new warehouse, three agents are tapping a Italian phone line and recording a conversation. This was a conversation that they had been waiting for. "The Anarchy 99 case was supposedly taken care of last year, but news has surfaced that Yorgi had an unknown cousin named Rhinald Velucci who is rumored to be resurrecting Anarchy 99, but with the help of our friend Demeterious Thorn." Explained field agent Denis Hall, to a bunch of officials supervising the case, including Gibbons.

A couple of moments of static, and scratching finally subside and they hear a conversation already in the process, except it's in Italian:

"Prima che venga al operation. Desidero abbastanza soldi potere comprare le merci, ed assicuri i miei affari" Rhinald ordered

"Quanto?" Thorn asked.

" Amperora, circa venti quattro milioni nella mia valuta."

~ The men look at eachother not really knowing what they are saying, "Get a translation on this." Ordered Agent Hall.~

" È possibile"

"Quando potete ottenerli me?"

~ The translator finally kicked on and began printing out the English form. ~

"I can get it to you by the end of next month. A little a week would be wise."

"Yes, your right. That should be enough to purchase the goods needed to complete the formula."

"I'll get on it."

The machine stopped as both men hung up. Hall looked at the other half of the conversation they missed.

"Rhinald is going to be coming to America, but wants all the money in full for the purchasing of some goods. Something in twenty four million in Euro, or possibly Lyre. But I'm guessing Euro." Hall said to the group, looking at Gibbons.

"We've got X on the case right now. But I've got a potential rookie here gentleman that I think could be our best eyes and ears." Gibbons said. The men nodded.

" I'm not sending another agent into this, there are two agents in there as it is. X and Drew. It's your call, but let it be on record that I don't want this resurrection of Anarchy 99 alive anytime soon." Abner said gruffly. Abner had been with the government for over thirty years and was a stiff for new ideas.

"I know." Gibbons said, leaving the clump of men behind as he walked to the double doors leading out. There on the other side, he found Desiree. "Desiree Thorn?" He asked. The woman looked up at him, giving him a once over then nodding. "Yes." She said warily. "Follow me." He said going back through the double doors. She hesitated a moment, then finally followed.

She was just what he expected. Sitting in his office she waited patiently for him to talk, she looked tired and slightly confused. After a moment she looked at Gibbons. "Why am I here?" She asked casually.

"Let me ask you a question Miss Thorn," He said pausing to lean back in his office chair and put his ankle on his knee. " Why did you leave home when you were 16?" He asked, looking at her from across his desk. She met his gaze and held it for a moment before looking down at her hands. "Is this question relevant to why it is I am here?" She asked suddenly in a more confident business type tone, taking him by surprise. Answering a question with a question. Very good. He thought. "I think so." Gibbons said indifferently. "Now, why did you leave home at 16?" He asked again.

However, she just shook her head. "First tell me why I was brought here. Then I'll answer your questions." She said, slumping back into her chair, crossing her legs. "Miss Thorn, if your half as smart as you come across to be, I think you know why you were brought here to my office." Gibbons said slowly. A brief expression of disappointment crossed her young features.

She opened her mouth to speak, but then thought better of it and closed it. "I know my father isn't a law abiding citizen, I know he had a reputation for dealings in the black market. He is not satisfied with that. He told me he wants to do something more, what he didn't say." She said bluntly. Gibbons was wondering if she knew more then she was letting on.

"Two days ago you were taken to a rest area that housed two semi trucks. Those trucks contained counterfeit operations. What I want to know, is why your father told you about this when you are referred to as the black sheep of the family." Gibbons paused to let that sink in.

After a moment she looked up. "He told me he needed some serial numbers from the government databases, in order to make the right counterfeit bills. Since I'm a database analyst and engineer he supposes I can help him." She said innocently. Some how he felt she was telling the truth, but he still had his doubts.


"Can you help him?" This time she didn't answer. After a moment, Gibbons asked her again. "Can you help him break into our computers?" He put his elbows on the desk, his feet on the floor. "Theoretically, yes. I did help set up the basic frame of the database the government currently uses." Gibbons nodded.

"Fine. Tell me this, have you done any hacking as of yet?" She shook her head, no. "I have not helped him at all. The problem is, I don't want to help him. Whatever it is he's planning is going to be extravagant and dangerous. If I try and back out I can't, I know too much. But I know if he gets caught, I'll go to jail. " She said in a cryptic tone.

Gibbons shrugged, "Not necessarily." He said flatly. She snapped out of her trance, and gave him a questioning look. "You were brought here because we've learned about your little visit to the semi's the other day and the meetings with your father. You probably know the inside workings better then our agents do at this point."

"Bottom lineI'm offering you a get out of jail free card. You work for me, you periodically fill me in on what's going on down there, help me bring him in and shut him down, and when he gets caught you go free." He said simply, standing up.

"No strings attached?" She asked suspiciously. He shook his head, "No."

She followed his movements to the phone on his desk. He dialed Harlem.

Harlem picked up immediately. "Yes Sir?" He said. "Harlem text message X, tell him to get his ass down here, use the granny excuse." With that he hung up.

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Desiree wondered who X was. But then that was pushed out of her mind when she realized the proposition that Gibbons was offering. She helped the government bring in her father and she didn't go to jail. This was tricky, what if she got caught? Then what would she do? How would she get the information back to Gibbons when all the computers in the house were monitored twenty-four hours a day seven days a week? What about becoming an agent?

"Now. There is more information I have to tell you, but before we go any farther, I need an answer.are you joining our team?"