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One thing spy movies will never include in their storyline is surveillance. The reason why? It's boring.
It's no short of the truth. You think life as a covert operative is full of jumping out of moving vehicles and amazing fights? Think again.
Zach and I had been sat on our butts for hours, watching our target expertly make his way through the crowd to his hotel room.
We'd opted to go down to the bar after securing our room (if our cover is blown we need to make sure our room is covered in terms of keeping everything in that room in the room) to make sure we got a sense of our target's personality.
Then again, it could all be an act just like Justin and Tiffany are but knowing that act could be the key to knowing this guy and what he's after.
He'd used three counter surveillance techniques so far but we'd managed to keep our eyes on him.
All too soon, the target entered the elevator and as the doors slowly closed, I knew we were going to be waiting for much longer than we first intended.
Surveillance Report.
At approximately 14:00 hours Operative Goode successfully tailed Grant Spencer (hereafter known as 'The Subject') to his hotel room after deciding that we'd "waited long enough".
The Subject exited his hotel room at 14:23 hours to check on the arrival of his luggage, which Operative Morgan had delayed thirteen minutes previously.
The Operatives then entered the hotel room and began a sweep of the room.
"We don't know what he's got. He may have nothing" Zach reminded me after five minutes of searching.
Zach was right, of course. The room had nothing in it but the furniture and the items the hotel supplied. Nothing was new in the room but themselves.
"He hasn't got anything in here. But do you know what we do with an empty hotel room?"
Zach grinned, "We bug it"
The Operatives strategically placed a total of eleven cameras and twenty three audio bugs in The Subject's room. The Operatives exited the room and Operative Morgan had a bellboy personally escort The Subject to his luggage. The Operatives then retired to their own room (hereafter referred to as 'HQ' per Operative Goode's request).
"Are you getting a live feed?"
"Just got it...there!" Zach sat in front of the laptop and watched as the target entered the room, luggage in tow.
This was the part I hated the most. The watching, the waiting. Keeping an eye on that laptop every living second until you get something. It's tiring.
Zach seemed to notice my (slight) grimace at his success because he said, "I'll watch the target, you go and find something we don't know"
I couldn't be happier to get on my laptop.
Nothing.
The name Grant Spencer didn't come up in any sort of database the CIA had, along with any other agency.
"Any luck?" Zach called from the bed. He was lying on his stomach, eyes trained on the laptop which illuminated his face.
I hadn't noticed it got dark.
Slightly stumbling along the way, I made my way over to Zach and sat down beside him.
"Nothing"
"Nothing?" Zach was clearly as shocked as I was, but the expression on his face was also one of concern.
"Nothing. Not even in the CIA databases, which are the ones I checked first" I flopped down onto the bed, my hair fanning out onto the sheets.
"So how were we sent on this mission, if there's nothing about him in the databases? There's always something" He frowned whilst running his fingers through his hair.
I sighed, "Maybe he's so high profile that even we can't know much about him? Maybe we only have the information given to us by the director at our disposal. After all, this is just a surveillance op"
Zach seemed reassured. "You're right, but I'm still going to look into it. It isn't like the CIA not to have the targets in the database"
"Maybe", I whispered, "Or maybe it isn't"
Either Zach didn't hear or he did but didn't comment because he turned to face the screen once again.