Jack Parks, investigative journalist

Jack Parks made his way silently through the dark woods. Finding the perfect spot from which he could see the gatehouse, he settled in. From what he knew, this was the only way into the facility. Waiting for something to happen, he took time to look back on what he knew.

Two weeks ago, he first heard about the School for Wayward Girls. Being an investigative journalist, it piqued his interest. In his experience, the less information about such a place, the more likely they had something to hide.

Rumors from his underworld contacts suggested that after graduation the girls were sold. He found that hard to believe. Still, it seemed worth looking into.

Suddenly he saw movement. A car approach the gate. The car stopped there for a few more minutes, and then slowly pulled forward. The front doors opened, and two large men, wearing dark suits, got out. They didn’t seem to be too pleased with this situation. Or maybe they just weren’t happy about the person slumped over in the back of the car.

The driver approached a guard and handed him a large manila envelope.

Meanwhile, the passenger was slowly trying to rouse the girl out of the back seat. She was thin, and while apparently somewhat coherent, she wasn’t trying hard to resist.

The girl was dumped, unceremoniously, onto the asphalt driveway by the passenger. The guard immediately ran over and helped her stand. Or at least tried to. The girl was almost completely dead weight.

The driver opened his door, and gave a terse nod. He then climbed in the car, closed the door, and drove off.

A second guard took the manila envelop and half jogged back towards the guardhouse. The first one, half carried and half dragged the girl around the corner of the school to the insertion portal.

While Jack was watching, there was some sort of scuffle between the guard and the girl. Eventually the guard managed to push the girl through the opening, which quickly slid shut.

Hitting upon a plan, Jack waited until the guards returned to the guardhouse before he made his way back to his car.

Driving through the dark streets, he made his way to a local diner. He knew one of his contacts on the police department would be there. Pulling into the parking lot, he waited until he saw a squad car pull up. After the cop made his way into the diner, Jack casually walked in.

Sitting in the booth behind the cop, Jack let his long, auburn hair fall into his face as he acted like he was looking at a menu.

Speaking softly he said, “I need a favor Barbara.”

“What is it this time Jack?”

“I’m investigating that school on the outskirts of town. I need you set up a fake arrest record.”

The cop took a sip of her coffee. “Oh, is that all?”

“Not really.” Jack paused as he considered his next words. “It’s just a temporary one, nothing in the system. I need access to that school and the only way in seems to be as a student.”

The cop almost choked on her coffee. “You realize that it’s a girls school, right?”

“Look, I just need a way in. Once there I can look around, do a little digging and make my way out. I’ll only be there a few hours.”

Barbara slowly shook her head. “You know that means fingerprinting and photographing you if you want it to ‘look’ authentic.”

“Yeah, sure, I know. But it’s not like you’re going to actually put it in the system. Just make a file so I can get in!”

Barbara thought long and hard before she responded. “Alright Jack, but it’s gonna cost you a grand, in cash!”

“Sure thing,” Jack replied. “I’ll have it within the hour. Meet you at the station then?”

“Don’t be late Jack. The desk sergeant is out sick tonight, so we got a limited window,” Barbara said as she got up to leave.

Jack waited about 10 minutes before he left. Driving home, he thought about the backstory he would need to create for this particular situation. Reaching an ATM, he quickly withdrew $1000 and proceeded to tae police station.

Walking in the front door, he saw Barbara who waved at him to come around the corner. Making sure nobody else was around, Jack turned the corner and followed her. Reaching the booking station, Barbara took Jacks fingerprints and quickly photographed him for a set of mugshots.

Grabbing the evidence, the 2 proceeded to head to an unused office.

“Alright Jack, what do you want the arrest record to say?”

“Nothing major like ****,” he laughed. “I was thinking along the lines of shoplifting, petty theft and the like.”

Barbara started filling in the bogus paperwork. Writing down what Jack said, along with auto theft, burglary, forgery, and repeatedly running away from a foster home. Barbara also charged Jack’s name to Jacki, since a guy would be flagged, and marked the “offender” as an 18 year girl.

Once she was finished she handed to paperwork to Jack who looked it over.

“Auto theft?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Creative license,” Barbara replied, shrugging her shoulders.

“It’ll work,” Jack said happily as he stood to leave. “I’ll be back in a couple of days so we can do this.”

Barbara quickly rose to her feet and spun Jack around. “Not so fast Jacki!” Before Jack knew what was happening, he was handcuffed behind his back.

“What the fuck are you doing Barb?” Jack yelled.

“I’ve already made arrangements for you to be placed in the school tonight. Can’t change plans now. Especially since it cost me half of the money you paid. You see, I get kickbacks for every girl I send there.”

“Kickbacks? Are you serious?” Jack asked, shocked at what he just heard.

“Yep! And it’s good money too.” Barbara then proceeded to place a rag over Jacks face. “This won’t knock you out, but it will make you weak and groggy.”

As the chemical on the rag took its intended effect, Jack went limp. Barbara then half carried, half dragged Jack to a hold cell to await his ride to the school.

Barbara then entered all of the bogus evidence into the system, thereby ensuring that if Jack did somehow manage to escape, his photo and prints would ensure that he was immediately arrested and taken back. For all intents and purposes, Jack was now Jacki, a known troublemaker.