The phone didn't ring again. The silence and oppressive musty nature of the office, and the warehouse beyond it, returned in full force, eager to make Amanda very aware of quite how empty the place was. The only action at all was the occasional flash of light from the small wall mounted camera.<br/><br/>And then there was a familiar little jingle that announced her phone springing into life and alerting her. This particular tune was the one used by the software announcing new police orders. Orders only sent by Chief Inspector Wilkins, and his seniors. Amanda wasn't stupid; she knew before she had her phone in her hand that this didn't come from above.<br/><br/>Sure enough, the usual dark blue background was replaced by an equally dark red, and instead of the 'from' link displayed the Chief Inspector, it displayed 'Black'. The very cliché nature of it grated, though admittedly it paled considerably compared to the rest of Amandas situation.<br/><br/><i>Grunt Amanda, your first task is simple. I want access to your boss; his files, his computer, and his personal life. Do whatever necessary to earn his utmost trust in the next few days; I suggest repeatedly fucking him til he doesn't know up from down. You will then provide copies of the attached list of documents from his computer, as well as a full report on him. <br/>
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Needless to say: failure, taking too long or trying to investigate me yet will be rather costly for Jill.</i><br/><br/>There was an attached list, as promised. Most of what was there was a long list of names, of both gangs and people. A few sounded a little more abstract; possibly names of some images or the like dragged straight from a camera and not renamed... It remained to be seen...<br/><br/>The program flashed up a demand for a case specific password before it let Amanda lock her phone, and that was that.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>