Chapter 173.
<strong>Chapter 173. Operation: Supernova (4/4)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">While making my way to Irene I sent an anonymous tip to the police while on my VPN again. I included the dark web links directly to the rape video and profile they could view all the other videos. In advance, I’d uploaded the censored rape video with the target’s enhanced unblurred face to an anonymous video hosting site. Only those who had the link could ess it. I also included this link in the anonymous tip.
<span style="font-weight:400">The message was simple, I provided those links along with all his personal information. The hotel he was currently staying at, his current location which Rosa provided me with, the various crimes he’dmitted, his family’s address, the car he wasst seen driving along with its license te. Anything I could think of that might be useful I provided. Of course, the police could figure out most of that information themselves, but it would be faster to just provide it all in one go.
<span style="font-weight:400">By the time I finished typing it out, I’d arrived at Irene’s car.
<span style="font-weight:400">I opened the door and took a seat.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wee back. You sure look like you’ve had quite thest day of winter break.” That was the first thing she said to me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaaah. Tell me about it. Sorry for calling you out here when you ended up not being needed aside for driving me out of here.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s fine, it was quite exciting even if all I’m doing is being the getaway driver for some covert little operation you kids are up to.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“But you could have used that time to rx.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sitting around in my car and taking the time to watch people go about their everyday lives is rather rxing if you ask me. Besides that, who do I have to thank in the first ce for this time I’ve got to myself?” She shot me a look, eyes half opened, her eyshes fluttered amorously as she blinked thrice in session.
<span style="font-weight:400">The simple gesture somehow got me a bit nervous.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uh, we should hurry. It’s already 3:05 PM, you’ll bete for work if we don’t leave now. Just go directly to your workce from here, all I need is a ride a distance away from here. I can get back home from there. Besides, I need to dispose of some things and I can’t do that at home.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alright, if you say so. But my cab services aren’t cheap though. Do you have a coupon?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Coupon… you don’t mean…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Of course. One of the ride ones.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Please give me a break.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You have them in your bag, don’t you? I doubt you’d leave it at home out of your sight.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I… do have one.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Perfect~ hand it over or else you won’t be able to get out of here so easily.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“... I could walk… there’s also public transit.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t think you’d do that though, you don’t want to be caught on security cameras in the area, right? Is that not why you’re being all sneaky in the first ce?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She had me. I could do what I said, but busses had cameras too. I didn’t want to be recorded getting on a bus near here meaning I’d have to walk a good distance, but I’d likely be caught on some security cameras from other businesses. I’d been so particr to avoid the ones here. There was still no guarantee that I’d avoided everything. A single civilian taking a selfie could be all it took for the police to catch me in the area.
<span style="font-weight:400">If the police had any leads that someone suspicious was involved, the target’s father could catch wind of it through his connections to higher-ups in the police force. This was their hometown, it was natural to expect he’d have such inside connectionspared to a small-fry like me.
<span style="font-weight:400">You never knew where there were eyes hidden. That was the scariest part of attacking someone in the upper echelons of society. The methods and cards they could y were of apletely different level.
<span style="font-weight:400">Irene had me trapped, cornered and she knew it. She didn’t even show mercy here. What ‘someone is loved?’ This was probably her true objective from the beginning.
<span style="font-weight:400">I begrudgingly reached into my bag and located the ‘ride’ coupon she was referencing. There was one more word after ‘ride’ on it. That word was ‘me.’
<span style="font-weight:400">With a shaky hand, I struggled immensely to hand it over to her. She stuck out a peace sign and grabbed it between her two fingers victoriously.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alrighty then~ I’ve received your coupon. There will not be any mary fee to pay for Irene’s taxi service. You’ll simply need to pay with your body when we arrive at our destination.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Our destination? Are you crazy?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Of course, Mr. Customer. Don’t you know how cabs work? You pay the fare when we get there.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Is this Fake Taxi!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? You’ve seen it before? What a naughty boy, watching such things at such an age~ but, that makes this easier~”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Isn’t the guy supposed to be the driver? Why are the roles reversed here!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Because~ I’ve always wanted to try it myself~ by the way, just for the record, they do have a female version of Fake Taxi. It seems you’re still a bit green on such matters.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Of course I know it exists! But still! This is just weird! Why am I always ending up in these precarious situations with you?
<span style="font-weight:400">After we drove for ten minutes, she parked the car in a back street alleyway inside a small boxed-off parking lot midway through it. With the way she parked, only the back of the car was visible. Though I called it a parking lot, there were only two stalls. One spot was already taken by arge ck van which provided us additional cover should anyone pass down the alleyway.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hold on, I’ve got to change out of these clothes really quick.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sure.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I moved to the back seat and removed the new set of clothes from my bag. It was another hoodie, just a different color with apletely different design and style. I changed out of the sweats I had on into a pair of jeans. I disposed of the old worn-down pair of used shoes as well. I’d bought this used outfit for extremely cheap. It was second-hand clothing intended just for today.
<span style="font-weight:400">I’d worn a secondary set of thin clothes under them as an added precaution. I also disposed of the disposable gloves. I found arge dumpster nearby and threw them inside. With that, thest bit of evidence that linked me to this crime had been disposed of.
<span style="font-weight:400">When I returned to the car after disposal I was forced to... pay and tip my driver if you know what I mean.
<span style="font-weight:400">We had to be quick about it as she only had eight minutes till her shift.
<span style="font-weight:400">She made light work of me inside the car.
<span style="font-weight:400">What happened inside that car bouncing up and down for four minutes was best left to the imagination.
<span style="font-weight:400">When she backed out with a satisfied look on her face she raised her palm to me. She opened and closed it a few times as she drove off. Her workce was right around the corner. She just barely made it on time.
<span style="font-weight:400">As for me, when she was out of sight, I fell to my hands and knees on the ground. I despaired over not having my own car. I’d been forced to pay a fare with my body. The world was cruel. Too cruel.
<span style="font-weight:400">I’m not a prostitute damn it! Don’t screw with me!
<span style="font-weight:400">She looked like she was having fun tormenting me in such a fashion. I cursed in my heart as I internally screamed out, ‘Damn it! Why did it have to feel so damn good!’
<span style="font-weight:400">That was the most frustrating part of it. It felt even better when we were in such a risqué situation out in public. I felt like I suddenly understood a bit more about our idiot target today. I don’t want to understand him better!
<span style="font-weight:400">I’d turned the radio off and removed the batteries back when I first entered the car as a precautionary measure. I reinserted them into the radio, pressed the button, and asked, “Rosa, can you hear me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">There was no response on the radio. It was out of range. I wanted toin to her about this entire escape n and ask her to remind me to never use Irene as a getaway driver again.
<span style="font-weight:400">Since the radio wasn’t working, I just forgot about it. I could call her, but what I wanted to say to her had only been a spur-of-the-moment retort to my situation.
<span style="font-weight:400">When I eventually rposed myself I caught the next bus home. I slept off thest day of winter break. I thought the day would have felt much longer, but things had gone far smoother than I ever imagined. All the preparatory work I’d done over thest two days had paid off.
<span style="font-weight:400">Tomorrow was the start of the second semester. Though, I wouldn’t be attending anyway. I’d provide the documents I forged to the school then leave. That was the n. As for Operation: Supernova, I no longer had to do a thing. It was in the police’s hands. They’d take over the investigation from here on out.
<span style="font-weight:400">Once the time is right and the police took down the videos from that dark web page I could be fairly certain it would be safe to give that investigative journalist the password and go ahead.
<span style="font-weight:400">I could finally rx.
<span style="font-weight:400">Is what I’d like to say… but I had another important matter to take care of. One that affected a lot more than just this city. It was another part of the dream I had that came after the one I had about Ms. Angel of Death.
<span style="font-weight:400">I’d decided to put it off for after this one because it wasn’t something I could immediately take care of anyway. Before I fell asleep, I texted Rosa’s mother. It was a request to meet with her and her husband in the near future.
<span style="font-weight:400">Only with their power could I do something about a certain event that would impact the world in the not-so-distant future.
<span style="font-weight:400">I needed their help. No, I needed a weapon.
<span style="font-weight:400">Assassins.
<span style="font-weight:400">Haha. A contract between a devil and an assassin.
<span style="font-weight:400">What an awful thought.
<span style="font-weight:400">Blood... would no doubt be spilled.
<span style="font-weight:400">But I’d have nothing to do with any of that.