Unclassified: Unknown Reports of Rogue Agents

Three people. All with a purpose. To rid the world of schemers and liars. Together they combat the different realms of crime, while being under the radar. Read their journal entries, that were hidden from the world... until today. The entries of Agents Olsen, Larson, and Sparrow, as they tell chilling tales of missions that before now were unmentionable.

## Entry 1 (Agent Sparrow)

It was a peaceful Sunday. Couples walked about the streets of Chicago, smooth jazz spilled out on the sidewalks from the bistros. I walked down the streets, passed the giant metal bean. To this day I wonder who thought a giant bean would be a masterpiece.

The rain pattered against my umbrella, the road slick with rain water. The warmth of Café de Hugo washed over me as I entered through its large oak doors. It was a small place, rather quaint, but quite high end and classy.  *Bzzz bzzz!*

I checked my phone, seeing my informants message:

*Couple in back. Navy blue tux jacket and maroon pantsuit*

I walked through, spotting the couple. To anyone else they seemed like the average couple on a nice date. To me, they were Kate Olson and Aidan Larson, leaders of the Tronohood. Possible allies, if they cooperated.

I sat at the table beside them, listening in.

“We need to get funds... no not yet... they can’t know...”

“Kate Olsen, Aidan Larson?” I asked. They nodded cautiously.

“Mind if I take a seat?” I said, pulling up the chair before they answered.

“Who are you?” Asked Kate, all of a sudden very uptight.

I motioned to the waiter, “Organic grape juice please, finest you have”

“Ms. Olsen, Mr. Larson, I know more about you than maybe you even do. But I’m here to make a deal. You don’t have to worry about talking... business here. No one here will say a word of what they hear.”

“What are you talking about?” asked Aidan.

“The Tronohood. I know you guys gather valuable information of online.. schemers. And I know you both run it, and that you are in need of some help right now.”

“Who said we need help?! We can handle things on our own!” Aidan exclaimed defensively.

“Look. I got skills. Skills you need and can use. You can hire me under one condition.”

“What condition?” asked Kate.

“Change your name. Your name represents the Zeron Brothers, who killed many people, and Tronos, a bounty hunter. I will not work with people who represent such things.”

“No way. No deal. We like our name and don’t need you. It sounds good with a Spanish accent, and you don’t even have any proof that your useful.” said Aidan.

“Heck we don’t even know your name!” said Kate.

“Ms. Olsen I’ll have you know we don’t use names in the business. We go by code names or no names. Keeps it clean and simple. You both seem to be new to the realm of work. So here’s some advice. Right now you are in no place to bargain, and when a good deal comes your way, you take it. But I suggest you get more... experience before we do business.”

“Have you even dealt with Chubbo? Or any of his gang? Don’t you dare come and tell us we aren’t good enough.” Said Kate. She was fuming, her knuckles white from gripping the table. Aidan touched her hand, calming her down slightly. Sweet.

“Look man I don’t know who you think you are, but we won’t change our name. I can offer you other things, potato supply, anything else. But not that.” Aidan said, trying to keep his cool.

“ I don’t need that. I’ve got that. But together we could actually do great good. Look. When you begin to deal with people like mafia leaders like Vinnie Papillardo and such, and you wanna try some brainstorming at a name, give me a call” I said, leaving a single card on the table.

I picked up my coat and walked out, turning around to say, “Be careful out there, kids. It’s a dangerous world, but you have potential,” and I walked out into the rainy night.

## Entry 2 (Agent Sparrow)

“Good morning Sparrow”

“Morning Rosco” I said sleepily while pouring myself a nice cup of hot black coffee. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. My informant? That’s Rosco. He’s the reason I'm still alive.

”What have we got today?” I said, downing the cup in a matter of seconds.

“Well, Today’s going to be a little more exciting than most. Anton Parrish, 25, single,” a picture popped up on the display. He was a younger guy, pretty good looking. Strong jaw line, blue eyes, but his eyes carried secrets. Like all good looking men I suppose.

“Well what’s his deal?” I said, as Rosco’s fingers flew across the keyboard.

“Well. He’s currently the poster boy of business. He runs a pretty large tech supplier. Seems normal on the surface. But I dug around in their files and other finances...” he said, trailing off while organizing some papers.

“And by dug around you mean hacked?” I said, raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe. That doesn’t matter.” I chuckled, refilling my coffee.

“Anyways. This guy individually is pretty normal. Good taxpayer, good credit. Your average Joe. However, dig deep enough into the company finances and you see this.” On the monitor,  receipts of multiple unknown transactions were flashing, tens, maybe hundreds of them. Each coming and going to an “Anonymous” with no account number.

I looked at his file, taking a look at all the information Rosco gathered. This guy was a good ol’ money launderer. What was the purpose of this money however? Now *this* is where I come in.

“Ok well. If you find anything else let me know. Time for me to... observe the suspect.” I said, winking at Rosco.

“And by that you mean stalking?” He said, tilting his large glasses frames down to look at me.

“Aw shush you. See ya later.”

I donned my black trench coat and headed down to Parrish Tech. This guy doesn’t seem to be the best at naming companies.

The day was chilly outside, the cold biting at my skin. Small sprinkles of water dropped down, dropping delicately on the road beneath it. This weather carried many memories for me... and some not so pleasant.

Driving down, the streets were rather full as it was still morning rush. And let me tell you, Chicago morning rush is like nothing you have ever seen.

I stopped at a coffee shop before arriving, and no not for coffee. Okay, maybe for another cup of coffee, but also becuase a certain young man of suspicious actions.

I looked at my phone for his photo again, and spotted him waiting for his drink. I watched across the shop for him, looking at his every move. He sat there on his phone, looking rather tense.

“I have a skinny vanilla late for... Tony?” Yelled the barista as Parrish walked up to grab it.

*Seriously?* I thought. *This guy is so lame! What ever happened to just a nice cup of Joe?! And he does not look like a Tony.*

I followed him down the street, as he walked down to his office. Always look at body language, my friends. How do they walk? How to they carry themselves? Slouched? Where do they look? And in this case, our boy Tony seems to be watching his back.

As I followed him, he looked around very skittishly. He got into his building, but that wasn’t before I placed an audio bug on him, of course.

I turned it on as he entered the building, listening in on his whereabouts and discussions.

*Bug planted. Make sure to listen in,* I texted to Rosco.

“Morning Sarah, morning Bill.”

Seemed normal so far.

“Hey boss, just thought I’d let you know your room wasn’t closed last night” said another voice.

“What?!” A voice said, I’m assuming Parrish. I heard footsteps, a door close, and then static.

I called up Rosco. “Hey, what just happened?” I said, ever so slightly panicked.

“He has measures to block all feeds out of his office. This guy is totally up to no good. I know how to get some audio on him but... I don’t have the equipment.”

Rosco said in dismay.

I sat down and thought how the heck are we gonna get in there? Unless...

“You’re good Ros. You find out anything else you can. I have some... people to talk to.” I said, and hung up.

I walked down the street, my coat flapping behind me. Let me be honest, I looked pretty epic.

It was time to contact some... *assets.*

***To be continued***

## Entry 3 (Sparrow)

“Hey Kate. How’s it going?” I said, leaning on the rail of the pier. It was cool, moist from the morning air.

“How..what... why are you here! Again! We told you no!”

“Relax kid, I’m just here to ask you a favor.” I said, laughing inside at how shocked she was.

“I guess you don’t remember our meeting then? Because first of all, I don’t even know your name. Second of all, why the heck would I do a favor for you?” She said accusingly. I was kind of taken aback.

“You can call me Sparrow. Forgive me for being so forward last time. But I desperately need your help this time, and if you want to stop a big crime, you will offer your services.” I said quickly, because at the moment, I had no idea how we would work this one out.

“What’s the deal then?” She asked, finally calmed down.

“Meet me in Millenium Park at 1 AM. Bring your... associate.” I said with raising an eyebrow. Kate rolled her eyes and walked off.

I walked off to the park, and yes, I know it’s not 1 yet but.. oh, I forgot to mention? That’s where home base is.

I walked up to my glorious home. The Bean, as I call it. You may or may not know it as “Cloud Gate” but that’s too artsy for me.

I slipped beneath it without anyone seeing and hopped up the small hidden entrance door.

“Hey Ros, I’m back!” I yelled throughout base.

“Hey! Made some more coffee.” He said, the sound of keyboards clacking furiously in the distance.

I grabbed a cup of coffee, exhausted from the busy morning.

“So who was the ‘contact’” Rosco asked, spinning around in his chair to look at me.

“Oh ya know...good ol’brotherhood people.” I replied.

“Really?” He asked surprisingly.

“Hey they got a lot of equipment. Remember, I followed them that night to their safe house? They have more than what we need. We meet them outside at 1 AM” I said, downing my coffee. I crashed on the couch, about to take a nap. Yep, I know evil never sleeps. But I do.

I woke up at about 11:00. Rosco was gone, probably went home to pick something up. I got off my butt and walked to my room, grabbing my laptop to do some research of my own on good old Tony.

After a few hours, I took a break, and of course, got more coffee. Rosco returned with some lunch. Gotta love Subway. (That was sarcastic. This was the fourth time this week.)

After I ate I went out to meet someone else for another lunch. And by that... I mean I went to stalk Parrish at his lunch break to see what he was up to. Surveillance, my friends. If I couldn't get to hm at his office, maybe i could when he was getting some grub.

And so I went to the fancy French bistro. The one I found Kate and Aidan at. But who goes there for lunch? I guess when your a rich CEO that’s everyday for you.

He ate alone, and I at the table next to him. (Let me just say this lunch was szo muc better than Subway). But man, was that the most boring stakeout ever. But the steak was good.

I was hoping to get some info in person since I couldn’t outside, but turns out this guy is boring. He didn't do a single thing the entire lunch break other than eat.

With my fruitless stakeout, I headed back to the bean, frustrated by the situation. How do you learn about a guy you can’t touch?

Rosco and I sat around the remainder of the day, digging up any way to get eyes and ears on this guy. But until tonight we couldn’t do anything. And so we waited.

Finally 1 AM hit. The park was empty as we exited the bean. Well, all except a couple sitting at a bench, pretending to be on a date. Smart.

“Kate!” I yelled in a hushed voice.

Her and Aidan walked over, and we ushered them into the bean.

“Woah... I didn’t know you could go inside this thing! This is where you both live?” Aidan said in amazement.

“It’s where I live. And we have an urgent matter.” I said.

We stood around a table, and I slammed the growing file folder on Parrish onto the table.

“This is Anton Parrish of Parrish Tech. We were monitoring his bank account and have found large amounts of money being transferred to unknown sources. We bugged him, but his office has communications blocked. Rosco said there is a mic you might have that will still work and we need it.”

“Yeah we have that. I can get it to you tomorrow. I have a feeling this whole case is tech related, so you may need us for further resources.” Aidan said to my surprise. Guess he understands the situation.

“Yes. We will. Thank you very much. Now we need to discuss a plan. Once we have the bug, we might need more than just that to get his information.”

“We do have a way to get to his computer, but right now getting the right equipment is really hard. Our stock is short due to some problems in trade. And I have a feeling this guy is part of that problem.” Kate said. Looks like they’re more helpful than I thought. I like their style.

“Well looks like we have to do this the old school way.” I said.

I was replied with blank stares looking back at me.

“Uh... you know... kidnapping?”

“No Sparrow. Not for this one. This one is more... delicate.” Rosco said.

“ Aw man. You always ruin the fun.”

I whined. I know he won’t break but it’s worth a try.

“We need a closer, personal approach.” He said suspiciously, eyeing Kate and Aidan. “What’s that supposed to mean...?” I asked cautiously.

“You’re going on a date!” Rosco said, a smirk cemented on his face.

I felt a small little thing screaming in my mind... what was that... oh. Pure rage.

“What the heck! No! Why can’t we just do it another way?”

“Such as?” Rosco said, again with that stupid smirk.

“Kidnapping! It’s quick, effective, and I’m good at it!”

Kate gave Aidan a concerned look. These kids haven’t seen nothing yet if they think my kidnapping is strange.

“Hey sparrow, maybe it’ll be good for you. Get you out a little, maybe meet some... people...” Kate said, leaning on Aidans shoulder looking at him lovingly,  also with the stupid grin. What the heck is with their dumb mouths ugh!

“I’m not doing it!” I said curtly.

“Are too!” Rosco said whiningly

I stomped my feet, crossing my arms, scrunching my face and said,

“No, no, no, no!” acting like I was five. And you know what, there is nothing wrong with acting five years old.

“Come on Row, it’ll be good for you. It’s about time you went out again. ” Rosco pleaded.

A sudden burst of rage and sadness and just... every emotion cane out of me.

I pinned him against the wall, my arm against his neck.

“It is not a good time. It will never be a good time. You know why. I’m only doing this for the mission. Don’t ever bring it up. Again.” I said in a hushed voice, through tear blurred eyes.

I grabbed my coat and stormed out, my eyes burning with anger. I hated this plan, but I know it might be the only way.

## Entry 4

I sat at the bar, sipping my apple juice. I don’t drink on the job. In fact I don’t drink at all.

“He’ll be in soon. Remember your notes. Sorry to put you through this but it has to be done.”

Sipping my drink, I sat staring into the counter. Like in the movies, where the depressed guy sorta sits there in sadness, the bartender cleaning the counters, the jazz band playing some sad tunes...

“Sabrina?” A voice said, jarring me out of my thoughts. I looked behind me, and there stood a guy, around six feet, with a darn good jawline.

“Guilty as charged. Anton, I presume?” I said, gritting my teeth at the fact that I was at a date.

He sat beside me and ordered a whiskey.

“What are you drinking?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Apple juice.” I said with a smirk, swirling the amber color liquid around.

Anton chuckled, sipping his drink.

“You look very beautiful tonight,” he said with a flirty look in his eyes. I smiled back, with a great urge to sock him in the face.

“Thanks. You as well... well not beautiful... handsome because... you know what I mean.”

He chuckled, giving me a stupid grin. A stupid, charming, boyish... no! Stop. Mission is most important.

We talked, sipping our drinks, getting to know each other. Of course, it was one sided as “Sabrina the Lawyer” wasn’t who he was really talking to.

He talked his butt off about his riches, bragging about his cars. Ha! As if that’ll get him a girl. I just nodded along, agreeing and being, well fake.

An hour passed, I finally got the chance to talk,

“So... you’re such a big deal with tech industries and such, whats that like?” I asked, raising a brow.

“Well, it’s different. Always meeting people, always business, never any me time. People always assume I have it the best, and hinestly they’d be right! I can do whatever I want and no one knows” he said grandly. An awfully curious phrase. “I haven’t gotten out much though. The whole dating thing was put on hold. I was waiting for the right person...someone smart, beautiful, just...” He said. He looked into my eyes, and o returned with a cold dark stare, hoping it would tell him to not do what he was thinking.

He leaned in, closing his eyes.

“Um...” I said, pushing him away, “Sorry pal, I have to get going. Maybe we can get lunch another day or something. Here’s my number.” I said, jotting my number on a napkin. “Thanks for the apple juice. Good night!” I said, racing out.

“Can I walk you back-“ he asked, but was out of earshot before he could finish.

“Rosco...Rosco!!!” I said into my comm. There was a slight evening breeze as I walked. The clack of my heels filled the empty road, echoing off the walls of building.

“Here. That was... interesting.” He responded, chuckling over the radio.

“Shut it! Now, it’s late night so he’ll probably do the dirty criminal work now.” I said, rolling my eyes.

“You paired the phone?” He asked.

“Of course what do you think I am?” I exclaimed accusingly.

“I don’t know... maybe you got lost in his eyes...”

“Rosco....”

I switched off my com. At the moment I was ticked. People teasing me about something Like this doesn’t bide well.

As I came to the bean, rain began to fall, gently kissing the earth. The smell of rain, probably the best smell ever. So fresh, yet aged. And as I walked home, I realized, I am like that. A new person since the past, but carrying the pain of old with me where ever I go.

## Entry 5

”*How? How could you do this! I trusted you! I trusted you!”*

*“Sorry, sweet pea. This is just the way the world rolls. Get used to it, love”*

*“Don’t you EVER call me those names. You lost those rights.”*

*BEEEEEEEEEEEP*

“WHAT?!” I yelped, sitting up quickly in my bed. “Just a dream sparrow, just a dream. Calm down,” I told myself, panting, trying to catch my breath. I looked around, the air around me so still that it felt heavy.

I rolled out of bed, untangling myself from my sheets. Sluggishly I dragged myself to the coffe machine. The machine purred awake, slowly spilling coffee into my mug.

“Morning Rosco,” I said mid sip.

“Morning Sparrow. How’d you sleep?”

I bit down, clenching my teeth, remembering the horrible night I had.

“I slept great thank you.” I lied through my teeth.

*DING*!

**Kate:**

**How’d the date go ;) Aidan and I will be coming by tofsy.**

Ughhh. All I wanted to do was forget last night. What a tradgedy, what horror, what catastrophe!

“Uh... Sparrow? You good? You fell into a little mind state right there,”

“Oh... yea I’m ok thanks.” I replied, “Kate just texted me. She and Aidan are on their way to discuss plans, now that we bugged him.” I said, changing the subject.

“Got it...”

I turned around to go to my room and was stopped by Rosco.

“Sparrow... there’s no easy way to ask this but... are you doing okay? I know yesterday was rough for you so... just remember I’m here if you need to talk.”

I had no words. Why? Because I can’t tell him how I feel. He thinks he knows what’s happening... but he doesn’t know the beginning of it.

I nodded my head and turned away, my cheeks flushed red and my eyes watering.

*1 hour later*

“You are absolutely sure you paired it correctly?” Asked Aidan.

“Yes! I’m sure! Why is everyone doubting my abilities to pair a phone?!” I exclaimed. i could tell Aidan and I are gonna be the type to argue. That should be fun.

“You could’ve gotten... distracted...” Kate said slyly, smirking. Man I wish people would stop with the smirking it makes my uncomfortable.

“Shut it. I paired the phone. See for yourself” I said, handing the two of them my phone. But that phone wasn’t just my phone now, becuase now I had access to Anton Parish’s phone calls, texts, email, everything.

“Well, she did her mission alright. We can hear everything happening no matter where he is. We’ll monitor him. You guys keep digging. Maybe go on a date again. Just find a way to possible get into his office.” Aidan explained. I cringed at the thought of another date.

“Understood. I have a few ideas for the office part, but for this one Rosco will be uncomfortable... not me.” I replied, with a smirk on my face. So *that’s* why people smirk!

## Entry 6

“Ugh I look dumb! I hate it. Why do I have to do this?” A voice complained from the other room.

“Suck it up and deal with it you little baby! I’m trying to research here.

Click clack click clack

I furiously typed on the keyboard, detailing the plan for the mission ahead.  Rosco was the main man today, and I had to make sure he wouldn’t mess up.

“Hey Ro! How do I look?” Rosco emerged from the room, fully clothed in    a business suit and accessorized with a black leather brief case. Deep within me laughter was bubbling.

“Your tie is crooked. Go fix it.” I said, looking back at the computer monitor.

Five minutes passed, with many sounds of frustration coming from Rosco. He emerged from the room at last, his face flushed and his hair disheveled.

“What were you doing, fighting a bear? Fix your hair, you’re a professional business man now!”

“Ughh yes mom” Rosco said with an attitude. I chuckled to myself and rolled my eyes.

Another five minutes passed, and Rosco emerged from the depths. And well, he looked professional.

“Ok debriefing time. Get your butt over here.” I said, still staring at the screen.

Rosco shuffled over, wearing a pouty face. As a man who lived in sweats and  hoodies, he really hated formal wear.

“Ok. You’re entering the front door at 12:30. Your meeting is at 1, but he’ll be at lunch until then, so the secretary will have you wait in his office.”

“Understood.

“What if she just has me wait for him in the lobby to return?” Rosco asked.

“I’ll send a message pretending to be Parrish to direct you in if you’re early. This means you have 30 minutes to do what you gotta do.”

“Understood. Good luck, Row.”

“Good luck to me? Pretty sure you’re the one who needs the luck!” I said with a grin.

“Shush you. Well, see you later.”

Rosco walked out, the heels of his dress shoes echoing throughout the bean.

## Entry 7

"Uh... Sparrow... I'm nervous."

"Shut up ya big baby, you're not even near the office yet" Sparrow said, rolling her eyes.

Rosco continued on, his heart thumping loudly.

TO BE FINISHED