The undercover cop was still in his disguise, with a pirate styled outfit. It was a touch flamboyant, elaborate and fun. Well, it probably carried off the fun element with more ease if it wasn't covering a figure whose face was a mask of bruises and freely running blood.
"He won't even tell us his real name." The boss admitted. A hint of admiration in his tone.
"Well, perhaps we could try out one of the artefacts, boss." Mario suggested.
"If he doesn't want to tell us his name, perhaps we should give HER a new one."
Agent Jack Carlton's eye tried to open. This insight into the cargo was revealing. It was so mysterious even the Bad Asses didn't know what it even was. The speculation was rife, about people trafficing, or some new drug that granted the greatest high. He could only take in a bloody smear, as the blood flowed blocking his vision.
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