The end of the line

Opening the floor as usual so that the sick perverts could come here for their own enjoyment felt so routine-like. It's as if I was operating on autopilot just out of habit as I have been doing for the past two weeks just until I could finally go home and not have to be here. Safely back in Jack's arms where I know I am safe and I don't have to keep looking over my shoulder or sleep with one eye open as I am doing here.

I didn't know whether there would be an extraction soon or if I would have to stay here until the end of the sting which could be going on for months to allow for information gathering from all sides. According to me the information that I had managed to gather from here would have been enough to get this whole section of the operation and have them tell us who the rest of the guys in the operation was but it did not seem that the higher-ups thought so.

I haven't received any correspondence from them since I did the last drop of information. I wanted to let them know