Thread: Covert Ops (lunar and Guardian)

The drug and prostitution ring had been going on for a number years, although even with all of the agencies in the world looking into it, nobody seemed to get any closer to figuring out who ran the damn thing. And throughout the years it was just spreading, and every day it seemed to get worse. People were dying from drug overdose, or being murdered. Mainly woman were being sold as prostitutes, some of them having the unlucky experience of being illegally smuggled to a different country. Either being shipped from another country to America, or being shipped from America to a foreign country to the highest bidder, especially after they had started up the auctioning. It has been concluded that the ring had spread far beyond the college though, that was just were it was more obviously prevalent. After all most of the buyers wanted young adults. A young woman with long white-blonde hair made her way towards a large building, holding a parasol above her head to stop the sunlight from falling on her bare skin that was showing. She wore a black off the shoulder long sleeve high-low lace dress, that well to about the middle of her thighs in front, and a bit past the back of her knees in back. Paired with that was a pair of tights and a pair of black high-heeled boots. Deep blue, almost sapphire colored, eyes just glanced around before she was walking up the stairs into the building, her heels clicking faintly on the ground. Once inside she was closing her parasol and walking towards where somebody was sitting behind a desk. Excuse me, I'm here to see your Chief. the woman spoke, her voice clearly having a Russian accent to it. This had the person behind the desk giving a nod before she was calling a number before sending her up to the third floor. The young woman made her way to the elevator and making her way up to the third floor. The twenty-three year old woman was from Russia, and had come to America on the recommendation of her parents, who were definitely people that one didn't want to piss off, especially considering they were the leaders of the powerful Russian Mafia, a group that people didn't want to piss off, just like most people wanted to avoid the Sicilian Mafia from Italy or the Yazuka in Japan. The three powerhouse crime bosses, and Ahzhela had ties to all three of the groups. She was an informant, and she worked will all the groups, but at that point in time it worked out since they were all at peace with one another. Yet again her parents were the leaders of the Russian Mafia, and she had two older brothers. One of which had ended up marrying the daughter of the Silician head, and the duo had recently taken over since her parents had passed away, and the Yakuza had decided that they were better off being allies with the other two. Ah you must me Miss Ahzhela, welcome to America. the man behind the desk spoke after she entered the room, which had her just studying him for a brief moment in time. She eventually sat down and listened to the situation at home. Ah drug rings and prostitution rings, now those she most definitely knew a lot about, although since her parents and brother had taken over, their direct branches didn't partake in any of that. But that didn't mean that smaller factions or branches didn't take part in it. Her dress Anzhela is pronounced like Angela