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"Undercover Operation": A Jack Durango Story
Written by Young Fox
"Look this over when you aren't busy," Director Calvin told me. "I think you'll want to talk to me about it." He smiled his sallow, smug smile and leaned back in his chair, lighting another cigar.
"You called me in here just to give me this?" I asked, rather peevishly, as I'd seen a total of five "While You Were Out" messages from him when I got back to my office.
"Well, now that you have it, Jack, I think we can move along quickly. But as I said, take your time." I looked at Calvin's gut, which was getting bigger by the day it seemed. The buttons could barely hold his expansive belly.
I stood up and stuck the material under my arm and said, "Yes sir, I'll get back to you tomorrow or the next day at the latest." He waved me off and I left his office.
I walked down the hall, took the elevator to the basement, got in the little 4 car train that runs between the buildings and sat there fishing my pockets for a cigarette. I must have left them in my office. Along the underground walls were pictures of the Bureau, the old offices, construction, Hoover, and tinted B&W's of old time "most wanted" posters.
I got off the train and walked slowly along the corridor to my dingy little office. "Jack Durango, Sex Crimes Investigations Division" read the sign. I pushed a four button code and went in.
The offices of most SCID agents are like mine, except for the women agents I guess. I had crap scattered everywhere, there was a haze of smoke by my banker's light on the desk, photographs, magazines and cheaply bound paperbacks were stacked high enough they threatened to fall off my couch and bookcases.
Behind my desk is a 3 ft. x 2 ft. full color poster of a little girl in a bikini bottom sucking an old man's cock. The man is only seen from the waist down. The girl is life size. On the bottom, in big red letters, it says "Liberty. From Jurgen, N.C." Our evidence is the girl was no older than four when the picture was taken. It was not doctored in anyway. We had downloaded it off one of the dedicated servers of a group we monitored. That girl does not live in Jurgen, North Carolina. That much we know. I could never get over how unforced Liberty looked. Or whatever the hell her name really was.
My name is Jack Durango and my job is to stop that kind of shit from going on. I've been with the Bureau for six years. They recruited me out of a juvenile reformatory where I had actually been held over until I turned 21, adult with juvenile status they call it. I was in for burglary, computer hacking, and sex offenses. As for the sex offenses, I'll lay this on the line right now, because I don't hide my past: when I was 17 I knocked up three girls, they were eleven, twelve and thirteen years old, and were the daughters of a local Baptist Minister. The horniest three little shits I ever knew. So I have three kids, abortion not being an option to the old man.
I guess the Bureau figured with my tastes (though now reformed) and skills, I could do good work ferreting out cyber-sex offenses of the "pedo" sort. They were right. I'd done two years of rigorous training in forensics, driving, body building, sharp shooting, surveillance, the works. I'd been with Agent Deena Sully for two long and frustrating years. She taught me all sorts of ways to infiltrate. I never did get a proper piece of her pussy. The best I ever managed was a night of butt-fuckery in Ralston when she was drunk and totally whacked on some LSD a guy we were investigating slipped us.
For the last 4 years I'd been working on my own. Last month Director Calvin assigned me an intern, Valerie Silk (yeah Silk), she's Hungarian and 24 years old and her name is an Americanized version of "Suk". I'm hoping to find out more about just how well she "suks". Ha! I made a funny!
Old fat Calvin had my interest piqued and I sat down, cleared a space on my desk and opened the Aerial Recon folder. It showed a compound in Montana, with two large buildings and six outbuildings. It was nearly 2000 acres and had electrified fences. Beautiful land. Streams ran through it and it was mainly forested. Closest town was twelve miles away, and the closest thing to a city was nearly 300 miles. The pictures were over a 2 week period and I counted quite a few cars, newer model sedans mostly, and a few trucks. Also some farm equipment, apparently not in use. And in many of the pictures one could see individual figures. One showed a nighttime gathering of about 50 people, and though it was difficult to be sure, given that this was influenced by infrared on a night with high clouds, it appeared to be a very large proportion of them were children. It looked to me like we had a nudist colony on our hands......(cont)
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