***The following morning,Victor was getting ready in front of his full-length mirror; he was wearing black joggers and a white T-shirt. He was heading out for his driving class; he applied to learn driving at one of the top driving schools in South Dakota; he was assigned a private tutor; and he was about to meet up with him at a local parking lot.He was nervous heading out for his first driving class; he never expected to learn driving this soon. He had thought it would have been a while before he would learn to drive, but the system issuing the mission out of nowhere fastened the whole process for him.Victor arrived at the local parking lot, where a white Toyota Venza was parked in front of him. The instructor had already told him that he was inside the car. As Victor knocked on the side window of the car, a middleman who was inside the driver’s seat opened the car door as Victor entered and sat next to him in the driver’s seat.“Nice to officially meet you; as you know, my name

They arrived in Santos’s office as he told Victor to take off his shirt. “We need to put the wires around your body so that we can get clear audio of the entire conversation,” Santos said calmly.Victor took off his shirt as the two men standing with Santos dropped the briefcases that they were holding and started bringing out the wires and putting them around Victor. They were also FBI agents who worked in the IT department. After they were done setting the mics on Victor’s chest, they connected them through a wireless connection to Santos’s laptop and the headphones that were on top of Santos’s desk.Santos took a black card out of his pocket and handed it to Victor. “That’s the pass to the visitation; you have just 20 minutes to speak with Frankman. Let Frankman know that when you get there, then hear what he needs from you; we will be listening to the whole conversation. Don’t panic; don’t let him feel any form of suspicion from you. I know you might be afraid that he might suspec

***Victor arrived inside Santos’s office; he was sitting in one of the chairs in front of his desk with the FBI agent that drove him sitting on the seat next to him.Santos had his arms clasped in front of his desk. “I am sure you are just as shocked as I am, right?” Victor asked, raising an eyebrow.“The first favor he asked you for, I called that, but I am a bit surprised about the second favor he asked you for. Frankman sounds like he’s obsessed with finding out who gave us the evidence we used to lock him away,” Santos responded calmly.“He is obsessed; I could see it inside his eyes,” Victor muttered.“I am thinking of what we could do in this situation. Should I just tell Frankman that you are the one that helped us out, but he should try to do anything to you and that if he does that, we are going to get his sentence increased. What do you think about that idea?” Santos asked, raising an eyebrow.“No, we can’t do that; he might just take the risk. Frankman looks like he would

Victor started explaining to him that they want him to go into those old files in the security footages and take a record of the people that went into Frankman’s office when he was not around during working hours or just went close to the office door.“Hmmm, getting that information is not going to be an easy task, plus I have to work here, that’s going to take some time,” Scott said as he placed one hand under his chin.“You don’t have to worry about that; just name your price, any price. I am willing to pay; we just need you to give us that information,” Victor replied boldly. He knew telling him to name his price would make Scott very interested in helping them out.“Is that so? I should name any price?” Scott wanted to be sure that he heard right.“Yes, name it,” Victor answered bluntly.“Okay then,” Scott muttered as he continued stroking his chin. He knew that Victor was rich and could probably pay him any price that he asked for. “Pay me $10,000; that’s the only way I could sto

“What in the world is this crap?" Frankman asked with a lot of anger in his voice as he raised up the paper showing them to Santos and Ace.“Oh, Frankman, you are going to sign that paper. From the look on your face, we could tell that we were right; you got that list to find out who sold you out and probably get that person killed. We are ten steps ahead of you. You are going to sign that paper whether you like it or not; it’s for the safety of our mole. If you sign the paper, you will serve your normal sentence and have a higher chance of getting your sentence reduced for good behavior.“But if you don’t want to sign the paper and something ends up happening to our mole, whether you are involved or not, we are going to get the judge to increase your sentence, because for us to even tell you the name of our mole, you already have motive to go after our mole; besides, this entire conversation is being recorded,” Ace explained calmly.Frankman’s eyes softened as he knew that there was