As she rode the subway, Elliot went over everything she knew about the gang. They were known as “Serpent,” and were the most successful smuggling ring in the entire world. If some one wanted something illegal—they smuggled it. They were lead by a man known as “the Boss.” They were smuggling something big—or so Jerin had thought. Jerin had been admitted into the “circle” or the top group of smugglers.
Sherlock bumped her leg. The woman smiled slightly and ruffled the dog’s ears. Ben had told her to bring the dog as his wife was a veterinarian. He said it would look less suspicious. The subway ground to a halt in Queens, and the dog and woman pushed and shoved their way out of the doors.
After glancing repeatedly at the directions in her hand, the duo finally arrived at their destination. Elliot knocked on the door. A few seconds later, a round, friendly woman opened the door. She winked then said, rather loudly, “Ah, good, you brought her. Poor dog, she looks terribly sick.”
Grinning, the woman let a droopy-eared dog and her worried owner inside. Once the door closed, Sherlock bounded back to Mrs. Riley and wagged her tail. The woman smiled at the dog and scratched her ears.
“Ah, your dog knows a good person when she sees one.” Benjamin had appeared from a room to the side. He grinned at his wife. “Sherlock will be in good hands while we talk.”
He turned and strode down the hall into a bonus room turned workshop. Elliot followed him. Random bits of electronics were strewn about the surfaces and half-made gadgets perched on shelves. Benjamin paused before a file cabinet with papers sticking out of it.
He rifled through one of the drawers then pulled out a file. Pushing away some of the odd bits and pieces on one of the work tables, he set it down and opened it. On top was a picture of a dark-haired man with a smug grin and a mustache.
“This,” he said, pointing to the picture, “is Dante Vang. He’s the leader of Serpent.” He flipped to another picture. The man in it had dark skin and cold brown eyes. “This is his second in command, Frank Smithy.”
“What? No creepy German lady for an assistant?”
Benjamin laughed. “Nope, sorry.”
He flipped through file, showing her the faces of Serpents’ top dogs. After giving her a quick over view on how they operate, Benjamin asked, “Can I ask what you’re using as a disguise?”
Elliot smiled slightly. “Every make-up artist knows that if one draws attention to a certain aspect of a person—say, clothes or make-up—no one will ever remember anything else about him or her. So, I’ve decided to dress as a punk.”
Benjamin grinned. “Good idea. Let me see if I can find anything that will help.” He pushed pieces of metal and wiring around. “Since you’re sort of acting alone, I can’t give you anything dangerous. The director would kill me.”
To her surprise, he pulled out a single earring. “This magnifies sound. Throw the back near the object making the sound you want to hear.” He picked up a make-up compact. “Something I give every girl doing any kind of mission. It will zoom in on anything you want it to when you press the button on the side. These are standard surveillance mission gadgets. Lastly,” he handed her a pair of sunglasses. “An agent is never complete without these. They are night vision. Just press this button by the hinge. You probably won’t need them, but not giving you a pair is just wrong.”
Elliot grinned at the gadget maker. “Thanks, Ben.”
“You’re welcome. Good luck.”
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The next Chapter is EXCITING!!!
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