Naked fat boys love my job the most when I'm out in the field, doing things, making things happen, doing raids at two in the morning. It's where I feel most at home.
There was a slight knock fat naked boys my office door, just as it opened. My boss, Special Agent in Charge Mark Howell, walked in hesitantly, closing the door behind him. I turned my head just enough to face him and gave him the most exasperated expression I felt I had. "What do you want Howell?"
"Having a bad day Rick or are you just rude to everyone?"
"I'm always having a bad day." I said as I sat up, putting my feet back on the floor. "How many years have straight boys naked been in this office?"
"You'd think that six years of me telling you to call me Richard instead of Rick would have sunk in by now." I sighed, unable to hold it in. "What do you want, I'm about to head out of here?"
Mark sat on the edge of my desk. I'd always hated it that he didn't just pull up a chair. He placed a large manila file folder in front of me and I knew he was watching my expression, trying to judge just how bad my bad mood was. "You've got an assignment." He said oh-so-carefully.
"You're naked straight boys right?" I couldn't believe this. Three years ago a major player had recognized me. Not the best way for a DEA agent to go out of service, but hey, I was tired of all of the shit anyway. I'd rather go in on a raid any day than set up a sting, waiting, watching, and hoping something 'might' happen. I liked going in where I 'knew' something was going down. "As you recall, I don't 'do' undercover anymore."
Mark shook his naked fat boys "I know Rick...Richard. But this came down through the channels to me; I didn't set you up in this. It came from high up and it's something you've got to do."
"I won't do it." I said firmly. "My cover was blown by that dumb-ass partner you stuck me with. I will not go into to another sting, knowing that people that are still on the streets know who I am. It's dangerous and I just ain't ready to die just yet." At least I didn't think so.
"We need you on this one, you're the best."
"You can't be the best when you don't naked fat boys anonymity. I hate to admit it, but I'm not the best anymore. Kurt Tanner made sure of it." I glanced at the clock on the wall again; three forty-two and time still just drug on. "You just had to stick me with a god-damned probee."
"His commendations from the academy were spotless. He needed to be able to learn from the best I had. I was only trying to make a better agent of him. He had it in him.