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Undercover Love	By : Kasie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1110 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Savage Garden. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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“It has been a growing problem in the last several decades, brought to this department’s attention by the increasing disappearances connected to it; the underground selling and purchasing of human captives in a modern ‘slave market.’ The investigation has been an ongoing one for the past ten years, however I am sorry to report we have hit somewhat of a barricade. We have not been able to bust anyone do to the cult-like aspects surrounding the society as well as some extremely powerful financial backers behind the scenes. If we could just find a way to I.D. these people we would be able to convict them. But we need to get somebody on the inside, a contact, someone who can determine the inner-workings of the system. Until then, we can’t possibly hope to learn how big this group has become.” The chief explained the situation, his face grave, his manner extremely serious. The agent listening to the speech nodded his head solemnly.

“And you want me to be that contact?” He stated, azure eyes darkening in understanding of what he was to do. The chief nodded.

“Yes. It will be an extremely dangerous situation as I’m sure you know. Previously, we have tried to send agents in on the purchasing power side of things. But even then, they are not allowed into the inner-circles that the captives are. Also, it is very difficult for some of our less-experienced agents to keep up the façade, and I’ll tell you now that, once spies are discovered, they rarely make it out alive. We’ve lost multiple agents already; those in power in this underground market are serious about keeping it secret.” Again, the agent nodded, breathing in deeply as he listened.

“So, you would want me to go in as a captive? How will I be expected to make it back out again?”

“Naturally you have some reservations. It will not be an easy mission, that’s why we came to you with this assignment. We know of your skills You would have to go in utterly unarmed. I can’t guarantee your complete safety. Once you’ve gathered the evidence we need, we will have one of our men extract you. The extraction will take place at the earliest available time. If all goes according to plan, you would be ‘purchased’ by one of our men once you have been put up for ‘auction.’”

“So you’d want me to gather as much behind the scenes information as I can without getting killed before you pull me back out?”

The agent swallowed hard. He knew the risks. However, he also knew how much suffering was going on at that very moment due to previous agents’ inability and inaction regarding the situation. He couldn’t allow that suffering to continue.

“Alright. I’ll do it.”

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Darren looked at his reflection in the mirror of the dance-club’s bathroom, barely recognizing himself. During the weeks of his briefing he had allowed his usually neatly cropped hair to grow out to just above his shoulders. A team of professional stylists had dyed and molded his hair into jet-black dreads that framed his face. His brows had been sculpted as well and he had made up in a pretty manner. He was wearing a black mesh club shirt and faux leather pants. He hated to think of himself as bait, but that was what he was at this point. He was of no use to any of those captives until he got himself inside. Of course, once inside, his real challenge would begin. He was going in completely unarmed, with absolutely no identification that could link him to any government agency. His only piece of hi-tech equipment was the newly developed contact lens he had on in his right eye. The lens actually held a microscopic camera inside if it. Very advanced technology, the camera was virtually imperceptible and still able to capture up to fifty frames a minute. It was equipped to record for up to three weeks, sending all of the images it captured via satellite to a computer back at headquarters. Of course, the camera only recorded poor quality images with no sound. They’d be of little use to anyone in the department without his testimony to back them up. If he could get a clear view of some of the more prominent members of the trade then he’d have them.

Darren could hear the thumping of the base in the club music coming from outside the bathroom door— it was time to make himself seen. He went out onto the dance floor and allowed his body to move to the beat of the music, knowing that he was already drawing attention to himself. He had been informed that this club was a hot-spot for kidnappings related to the underground slave trade. He hoped that information was true. He was not usually one for club-life, but he had to admit, he enjoyed dancing, luring others to join him, knowing they all wanted to get into his pants. Some people really were pathetic.

After a while, however, all of the non-stop dancing was beginning to tire him out. He decided that it was perhaps time to go to the bar for a bottle of water. The bartender smirked at him when he ordered, handing him the desired bottle. Darren nodded to him in thanks, flashing a brilliant smile as he cracked open the bottle. He leaned against the bar as he drank, looking as alluring as possible. Several people approached him, but they were all harmless, just wanting a dance, a number, a fuck in the backroom. Darren politely declined all of them, growing frustrated.

“Waiting for somebody?” The bartender asked when he got the chance. Darren turned to the man to answer him.

“Uh, no, not really.” He admitted, smiling. The bartender smiled back.

“I thought as much, you new in town?” He asked

“Yeah…kinda…is it that obvious?” He replied, developing his character as he went. The bartender smiled.

“I’m Kevin, so what brings you to the city, anyway?”

“My parents…well, they found out I was gay…my dad went kind of ballistic…they kicked me out…I came here….why am I sharing this with you?” Darren asked uncomfortably, sounding utterly believable.

“Aww…I’m sorry to hear that,” The bartender consoled, “So are you staying with friends?” Darren shook his head.

“I’m still looking for a good place to stay, actually…I’ve been in a motel since I got here.”

“Oh, that’s too bad…that can’t be cheap…you should—”

“Bartendar! Who do you have to fuck to get a drink around here?” An impatient customer interrupted the conversation.

“Excuse me,” the bartender smiled apologetically. Darren nodded as he left to tend to customers. Darren was getting tired of waiting. He finished his water, doing his best to look vulnerable and sexy at the same time.

He didn’t feel he had the energy to go back out onto the dance floor just yet. Instead, he decided to lean up against a wall for some support, resting. It was then that he realized the wall was no wall at all; it was a person’s chest.

“Hey there, you feeling okay?” The man he had leaned up against chuckled. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Darren knew he shouldn’t be this tired.

“Yeah…yeah…just a little…” Darren paused, realizing he was on the verge of passing out. He had succeeded in his goal. He had become a target.

“Hey, maybe you should sit down for a while.” The man suggested. Darren smiled inwardly/

“Yeah, okay…maybe I should…” He trailed off, falling into the man’s arms, barely conscious. Too exhausted to open his eyes again.

“Oh, hey! Hey, come on wake up! Aww shit, come on kid!” Darren felt his body being dragged, carried somewhere. Dimly, he wondered if this man was indeed a member of the underground.

“Hey! Hey, this guy just passed out on me.” The man sounded concerned.

“Here, bring him back here behind the bar. I’ll take care of him.” Another voice, the bartender, replied. And then Darren truly lost consciousness, loosing sight of the world around him.

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