Dan quickly settled himself into his temporary flat. He had changed into more lean, comfortable attire – just a t-shirt and skinny jeans. He took out his laptop and searched up anything he could find about 'Philip Lester.' He found only his Facebook page, and didn't learn anything interesting, only that he was 28, six foot two, didn't like cheese, and was bisexual. Nothing about drugs, and no obvious contact with any druggies.

“May be a tougher case than I thought,” Dan said aloud to himself. He liked hearing his own voice, since he didn't have much besides it to his own. “But not an impossible one.”

Dan decided to take the night off from the hunt and called himself a pizza. When the order came, he noticed a young, blonde woman downstairs. Perhaps she could be of help, since she was there.

“Miss?” he said kindly to her after paying for his order. “Hi, do you know a man named Philip Lester? He's my friend, and I just moved in.”

“Oh, Phil? He's such a sweetheart. He's a few floors up on the ninth, apartment 12.”

“Thank you very much.”

“No problem! You just moved in, yes? I'm Alicia.”

“Hi. I'm Dan.”

She gave him a beautiful smile.

“So about Phil,” Dan continued. “He's a little... suspicious, don't you think?”

“Oh, of course not! Phil Lester is the sweetest, kindest person I know!”

Dan nodded. Gathering info on him wasn't going to be easy. “Does he have anything that... I might be interested in? If you know what I mean?”

“...No, I haven't the slightest clue. Um, I'm going to leave now. Good luck, I guess.” She fled quickly, whispering “Freak,” beneath her breath. Perhaps she didn't know.

Dan went upstairs and began digging into his food. His favorite part about undercover missions was that he had the opportunity to act like a free adult. “But I know I'm not,” he would say. “They own me. I am their weapon.”

Once he was done, it was back to work. The commander called him.

“Howell, got yourself settled in?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Any info?”

“No sir, nobody around has given me anything. I intend on visiting him tomorrow.”

“Ok. We've got new footage of Lester committing the crime, just to make this case easier. I'm sending you the file now.”

Dan went into the laptop, finding and viewing the file. It was a video showing a man believed to be Lester wearing a black hoodie and handing another man a small bag and receiving a large wad of cash. It wasn't possible to see the face. “I see it, sir. He must be guilty.”

“All you need to do is bring him in now. But hey, Howell, you're being promoted to head general after this mission, so congrats to that.”

“Really, sir?”

“Yes. I say take your time and have a little fun with this one. Just get him to admit it and arrest him. Plain and simple.”

“Thank you, sir! I'm honored!”

“Well, you've done good work for us here at the agency. We appreciate it. Now, I've got some business to attend to. I will check in on you tomorrow night. Goodbye, Howell.”

“Goodbye commander, sir.”

 Head general? Dan thought. Never did he expect such a high honor. He would meet Lester tomorrow and take him down.