Five minutes earlier

It is the sort of high-tech secret spy monitoring room seen in countless films and TV show, but dialed up a dozen notches with hundreds of flat screen screens and dozens of men and women sitting in a row of screens like it is NASA monitoring a shuttle launch. They are all dressed professionally, ever man in dress slacks, white dress shirts with ties with some still wearing the classic government black dress jacket with a black tie.

The women are a mix of female styles suits the same as the men with some having black knee length black skirts on with a mix of women wearing shoes that run the gambit from flats to four inch high heels.

All the women are wearing light touches of make-up, sport either shirt pixie hair of no longer than shoulder length hair. Shaken of those with hair have them up in tight buns while other are wearing their hair in a ponytail fashion with a few women leaving their hair free.

Everyone is acting professional and awaiting addition orders as Ethan McCormick walks out from his four side clear glass office a level above them all.

Ethan is an anomaly as he is e lone person wearing something different.

He stands 6’2” tall with slicked back red hair and a body as well as a fame that resembles a young Jean-Claude Van Dam. His lean built body is dressed in a light grey dress shirt with a dark grey tie that matched the pair of dark grey slacks he is wearing with brown dress shoes and light grey socks.

Ethan’s dark grey jacket rear over the back of his desk chair in the office.

The coloring of his outfit marks him as a Level Five agent for within the Company with the title of a Controller.

Ethan is 27, making him one of the few younger Level Five Supervisor ranking under the age of 40.

He walks out into his domain and places his hands behind his back, then turns to his 53 year old secretary, Ms. Parker.

She wears a black pantsuit that fits tightly over her plump 5’7 tall body with her mostly black hair with hints of grey pulled into a tight bun. And a pair of cat-eye glasses from the late 50s or early 60s rest on her long, slender Roman nose.

The woman taps her pad and a chime echoes in the room. Everyone pauses in their job and turns towards the balcony behind them.

“The trap is set and the target has taken the bait,” Ethan said as he spoke into the microphone placed at the edge of his platform. He sees that all eyes are in him and smiles.

“After the failures of others and few mistakes from you, I have gotten us back on task to end the threat posed by our target and bring Operation Pickpocket to an end.” He added sternly.

Ethan had taken over Pickpocket six months ago, halfway into the perverted criminal eluding inferior teams and the command structure before him. It wasn’t HIS FAULT that the trap he had set last time failed it was what remained of Controller Henderson’s team that Ethan spent the next five months purging from his command!

The trap at the docks in New Orleans had been PERFECT! He had set it using the lure of a Body Sim-Suit Removal Pod going off the still flawed at the time physic profile created by Henderson’s idiot profilers who believed the deviant desires to be RID of the bonded Sim-Suit and not wallowing in the perversion wearing suck a thing gave the sissy!

He had purged them and brought his own team of Profilers in to correct that failure. Each like him agrees Target Pickpocket was a sissy that learned of the Company’s high grade synthetic bodysuits used for both short term and long term undercover work by field operatives employed by the Company via a foolish and perverse side operation the Company in offering Sim-Suits to wealthy clients to live out erotic fantasies.

That had clearly come back and bitten them on the ass when Pickpocket learned of the suits while planning his heist.

Ethan STILL didn’t believe that that heist 12 months ago was Pickpockets first job.

Given the skill shown since it was clear the sissy was highly trained.

No doubt the new profile getting done by his men would reveal Pickpocket was older and this ‘teen’ ID was a very, very elaborate cover ID.

“I want you all focusing on the prize,” Ethan added before cutting out the microphone.

He turned to Ms. Parker, the last holdout from Henderson’s crew that he was still unable to remove yaw the saggy tutted old bitch clearly had her talons dug into someone above him.

She was here only because it was in RECORD that in New Orleans she warned about a ping at an old off the books storage area that Pickpocket might hit.

When nothing came at the docks she had managed to redirect two field teams to the storage yard to reveal a long misfiled container full of half finished equipment as well as components for other devices used by the Company had been taken.

Then as Ethan was scrambling to clean that mess up Pickpocket hit the docks. Not to STEAL the Pod, but rather to blow it up!

That act confirmed fir Ethan and now most of his superiors that the new profile by HIS Profilers was DEAD ON!

The sissy was reveling in what the stole Sim-Suits offered him and longed for the day the synthetic material gave the sick sissy the same ‘natural’ body of the suit.

“Have all Field Commanders report in on their status and get me a full update on the containment of the area,” Ethan ordered while looking down at a row of screens.

He WOULD succeed today and DAMN the threat from Director Hall about his performance so far and the threat of demotion!

His plan was TOO PERFECT to FAIL!