I type with my alpha phone,"Today I am sending YY to come check on the laundering portion of things. Hopefully, everyone has -->; their {lll} and $$$, remember that YY -AA" And another text, "and I are paying for every one of your apartments and all the things you enjoy. Do not cheat us and we won’t cheat you. YY will be there around 6 pm before the bar opens. -AA"

I turn it on my gamma phone and send a message to Zeta Zeta, "I will be there at 6 pm. If I need to find you for you’re going to have a very bad day. I will leave supplies for the next two weeks data gathering. -YY"

On both phones, I get the coded message which means understood and do oblige, "Let’s hold hands. -ZZ"

Then I get two new texts from Omicron and Chi both saying another code "The beast is not yet sleeping." The guy I have finding recruits once a week had just given two people, and these new guys were not getting the point. I was going to be putting them down or getting them to go along with the program. I am better at the job, this man was new and when he requested help because he could not handle doing the required he needed one week. I was willing to help him two weeks ago I got six he got three. This week he needed three, he did it by himself with no one pushing him. But two are not doing so well.

I respond to both with the same message "Which cavern do I need to slay the beast? -YY"

It doesn’t take long for me to get a response I go handle the one from Omicron, "Cavern IX -OO".

I also get a text from chi, "Cavern XIV -CHCH"

I send out three texts who I need to respectively, "Pi, go handle the beast at Cavern XIV. I’ve been looking at you for a promotion. -YY", "Zeta make that in-between 1900 and 2000, anything that is missing, tell me up front on the front page of records I’m giving extra time. -YY" and a final text as well, "Omicron I am on my way, I’ll tell you if the beast is slain."

It’s almost 5 pm when I answer back with all the texts from everyone involved and figure out what route I need to take. I grab my backpack that has my Gamma outfit.

My parents never noticed that I had extra stuff, extra clothes that made uniforms when put together properly, small amounts of drugs, a gun with ammo, my Gamma and Alpha masks. I kept my room organized but out of the standard of what my dad wanted. It made him furious and destructive every once in a while but what did I care I was making very large sums of money, I made enough to run not one but two criminal enterprises and I did it without his opinion one that was like the moon blocking out the light of the sun of the much bigger one.

I get down the stairs and my mom is watching TV she mutes the TV with my trying to go out the front door, "I made dinner Dan, would you like some lemon chicken? Tell me about your week, how are you doing in school? Where are you going?"

"I’m going out with friends."

"Why are you never home? Did you get a job? Do you not like your family? I can’t wait until we can be adults together, you’re going through a phase of hating your parents. I want my son. I love you son."

"My friends have become the family that you and dad are not there enough, so you cannot pretend to be. You are a wonderful hard working mother, you’re nice and you try to feed me but you’re almost never home. So I do things on my own. And well, I have a disrespectful sperm donor for a father who until last year abused me physically now just sticks to verbally, mentally and psychologically forms of abusing the fuck out of me."

"You do not swear in this house!" She slaps me "also do not disobey the Bible, Dan. 5th commandment, ’Honor thy mother and thy father’. He only wants the best for you. He loves you! He just finds faults in what you do and is very open about it. And he does not know how to express love to you."

"I’ll be back soon mom."

"Be safe."

"Bye, mom."

I run quickly to my car and I’m off into an address into the city in my blacked out car. I look like a teenager and that’s how I’m choosing to display myself get through the neighborhoods quickly, stealthy and quiet. I dress myself in a black suit, black pants, black shoes and a blank face mask with the sign for Gamma over all of the openings I put the gun in my holster on the inside of my pants to help conceal it with only two rounds and my two swing blades hanging onto my belt loop in the back. I knock on the door and she is too afraid to answer I hear, "Go away!" followed by sobbing.

I come in anyways using a key, I have spares to everything we need. I clear my throat as I open the door I stand straight up. "Stand the fuck down! I’ll sit right here and wait for you to calm down. I pick up a chair and put its feet in front of mine."

She gets from behind the couch, "I don’t want to be here, let me go!" I lock the door on the inside using my spare key.

"What were you on when you got captured?"

"No!"

"I know how we choose our people. I am Gamma."

"No! I want your real name!"

"Shut up Jenny. I mean seriously. I already read your file, you were on cocaine and alcohol when you got picked up."

"My name is Cynthia!"

"Ok, Ok fine, Omega, happy?"

"What do I have to do to get out of here?" She begins to get out from behind the couch sauntering towards me with an extra swing of her hips. "Please Gamma, you know you want me. I’ll give you anything you want. And I do mean, anything she unbuttons her blouse to reveal cleavage." She has a smirk about her that I do not trust. I stand up as she gets closer. Her mouth opens with her smile and she acts like she is going to sit in the chair in front of me.

She snatches up the wood chair and swings it at me. I tackle one her legs wrap myself her as she falls, she falls on her face first the chair falls over near her feet. And I am holding her arms behind her painfully facing away from me her hands at my shoulder being forced to stay where they are by my knees. I get my legs wrapped around her midsection. I grab one of my swing blades and hold her arms where they are with one hand and a blade against her throat with the other. "Cynthia. I’m going, to be honest with you. I have both sides of these blades sharpened to a medical standard if you even struggle you can bleed out. And I don’t feel like dealing with bullshit today. We are going to talk now, and if you are good I will let you live."

"Ok, ok. I’m cool. I’m good I promise. I’ll be good. "

"I am not sure about that. But look. We will get you clean, give you a job where you keep all your money because everything is paid for due to your second identity. The extra stuff you do for Alpha."

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Am I getting punked?"

"No. You just won the lottery."

"HELP ME! HELP ME I CAN’T MOVE! SOMEBODY! HELP ME. FIRE! RAPE! FIRE! THERE’S A FIRE! HELP. RAPE!"

I slowly scrape my knife from left to right against her throat as I get real close to her ear and whisper, "That’s a little loud, I own this building myself and the whole place is sound proof, inside and out."

"Is this some kind of extreme rehab that my parents paid for? I will pay you double! Just let me go!"

"Your parents are dead, you are the accused of their murder, you have no access to the money. But your brother might have access, too bad he is in Florida. Oh well. Now are you going to be a big girl and deal with your own bullshit or do I need to exsanguinate your body letting you scream, then put the rest of you in phosphoric acid to remove your body? Blood, just dispose of it in the sewer, you were on drugs, you wouldn’t even be missed."

"I want my arms! What the fuck is that word?"

"I’m going to give you, your arms under one condition."

She is sobbing, "What do you want? I’m wearing a skirt it would be easy for you. I will just give it to you. I’m already wet because I have a rape fantasy, does that help?"

"Power and money is what I want I’ll worry about getting laid much later. But anyways, to get your arms when I release you, your arms will go to the back of your head where they will stay. I will tell you when to move physically to the chair that you tried to hit me with. And you will sit on the chair like a lady, not a whore that you are pretending to be."

"Ok. Ok. I will, I promise."

I start to move slowly away from her and leap back a few feet. I have total control. "Hands bitch! Hands!"

She yelps a little bit and starts to cry again a little bit her hands go on the back of her head and her ankles naturally cross over each other like I’m a police officer. "Why am I here?"

"You were chosen. Go move to your chair, slowly." She gets to the chair and flips it over and sits on it facing me, about ten feet away from me. I stay standing just in case.

"What do you want me to do?"

"You have an easy job. Be a waitress for a bar. You will receive very, friggin large tips. We have to launder our money. You report your tips and Sunday nights, leave it to me on a prepaid debit card that is in your packet for your first one I replace it there’s two that I cycle between for each address and I leave some cash as well as a loyalty bonus, like you used to leave cookies for Santa with a twist, it would be like if Santa left you a brownie when you left him cookies. And I will also give you a prepaid debit card with your payment on it, try not to get them confused. You will be at work when I come, I do not usually use doors people expect that but I do have a key just in case, that window, cannot lock but if you choose to try to make it lock like during winter, I get it, it gets fucking cold, let me know otherwise I fuck your shit up real bad when I do actually get in here."

"Why did you have to kidnap me for this? It’s easy stuff."

"That’s the initiation. There’s more to it for most people in here, we good, we cool?"

"I’m still scared."

"Would you like me to send you your boss? She sent me here."

"No. I’ll train on the job."

"You start tonight then you were already given the address and most of the information you need when Omicron was over, you will be leaving your apartment the same way I do usually because, well, Fuck you, you stupid bitch. You almost made me hit a woman today, I want to go my whole life without hitting a woman." I walk past her grabbing the house key from the necklace around her neck and go to the window. She follows me slowly no longer scared of me.

"How do you leave?" I go out the window calmly and reach to the right and hang onto bricks and swing my legs out and let my feet softly land on some bricks below. I start climbing up. "You must be shitting me."

"Nope. Let’s go!"

I get to the top and she starts freaking out about being about 30 feet off the ground trying to go up. I use controls on the roof to close the window behind her. She finally gets to the top she hugs me still terrified she hasn’t had time to let all this that has happened to her settle in. "How do you do it?!"

"I’m not a little bitch." I go to the opposite corner and there’s a ladder over the side of the apartment building and I start my way down. And she follows after me. I’m able to see up her skirt and I like it. "Now that we have made peace, is there any questions for me?"

"I want to see your face. I need a face for this, whatever this is."

"I’ll tell you how old I am and you will settle for that. And I know damn well that you like to say you are 24 when in fact you are 19."

"I’ll take it Gamma. Yes, I am 19."

"I’m 16 have a good night."

I walk away with confidence only taking off my mask when I’m halfway down the block. I sprint to my car after that I lose her pretty easily. Then I quickly change my clothes back to CrazyDan clothes for while I’m driving.

I get to the bar and park in the parking lot next door. I’m not noticed at that restaurant. I pay the meter and redress into my Gamma uniform. I climb up the fire escape of our building silently. The window is open I make sure there’s no one inside before I go to the desk. I get in and I can hear talking just outside someone is getting yelled at then it goes down to regular talking. She walks in as I’m one step out the window, "Gamma, don’t leave yet."

I go back inside, "Zeta, what do you have for me?"

"One last piece of your report, Xi almost missed the deadline."

"I don’t do late, I’ll fine her two out of three percent for being late. I don’t like late. You still doing both parts of your books mine and for the IRS?"

"It’s tiring but yes I am. If we keep up this rate of growth I’m going to need an assistant. I mean that new girl is eager but she is stupid and visibly frightened still."

"She’s still coming down in the next few days she will be sick very sick I’ll have her outside boss check on her so she doesn’t come to work drug sick."

"You are making a mistake by the way."

"What is it?"

"You are almost taking my records for the IRS those numbers are much lower than what you want and expect to see. I was going to work on them that’s why they were on the desk like that." She walks to another counter and grabs a similar looking bundle. And trades it out with the one that I was holding. "There you go and here’s the last page of this week’s report."

"Thank you."

I start to go out the fire escape and go to my car. I put the cards I need to load using my laptop and online banking in the center console and I go to any number of the forest preserve entrances and I start looking through my books. Parked backward in a spot so I can see who is coming.

I get about half way through and a forest cop comes by. "Hows it going, sir? What’s going on?"

"Hello, officer. It’s going well."

"What do you got there with all that paperwork?"

"Oh, my mom owns a bar, she thinks someone is skimming so she wanted me to look into everything and see where they are doing it. I’m an external neutral party."

"That’s very cool. But the park here is closed, I’m going to need to ask you to leave."

"Not a problem officer am I free to go?"

"Yes." I turn on my car and I leave with the police have caught me with a decade’s worth of evidence and he was too stupid to realize this. I go to Alpha’s apartment and I finish my paperwork and internet over the laptop I have there. This week went very well. Each person receives $1740.00 total being given to all 48 ranks to include alpha and gamma. Bills and fees for every aspect come to, $8840 this week it’s about right for what is normal I’m ahead on all bills anyways. The remainder going to my alternate business and myself as Dan is also still a considerable amount $7400 this week alone not to mention on average I make $700 a week doing what I do there.

It was a good week, now it’s time for the weekend, relaxing during the day and being Gamma at night. I get home dressed as CrazyDan around 11 pm backpack is still on my back. I get home and my mom turns on the lights and I’m stunned for a second. "Thank you for coming home early tonight. I was getting tired."

"Mom you don’t have to wait up for me, I would prefer if you didn’t."

"You don’t answer your cell phone when I used to call, and I tried to turn off your phone months ago but they said you already took your phone off the line. I don’t even know your new cell phone number. I just don’t understand you anymore. Do you work are you able to afford rent yet?"

"Yes, I do. And my finances are my business. I just have a job making a little bit of money, it’s not too bad."

"So what did you do tonight?

"We tried to play some pool at the bar, the bar said no because even though we didn’t want to drink we still did not even reach the ages of 21. They did not like when I said, ’but when you combine our ages we’re almost 80.’ Instead, we went to Cici’s had some pizza. Then we went to a movie, got to see Transporter 2 before they took it out, today was the last night for it, it was decent."

"Who are these people you are hanging out with? I want to meet some of your friends. You never even mention a name. I know you are a good kid but I want to know who is influencing your life."

I begin to go up the stairs, "Don’t worry about it, mom. You worry too much."

"I worry about you the right amount I am your mother. I love you."

"Good night mom I’m going to bed."

Next Chapter: Chapter 4: September 30, 2005: L