First child porn, now men forced into prostitution. How do I draw these assignments? Vergil shook his head as he stared at the untouched cup of coffee sitting in front of him. Why can’t I be sent to infiltrate a gambling or illegal arms operation, or some terrorist group?
He knew the answer to that. He didn’t fit the physical profile. He’d first been tapped for undercover work because he could pass as the knowing, sleazy, and young type of man willing to get his hands dirty to make a fast buck. And he’d always gotten results, helping not only with closing down the kid porn operation but also two drug rings which had used street kids as distributors.
Someday someone in the department is going to question the fact I don’t seem to loose my boyish good looks. It had happened before and he’d been forced to move on to a new city and start over again. He could only claim he had good genes for so long.
So do I take this assignment or not? He knew the answer. Had known from the moment Lieutenant Brewer had told him what it was about. He hated slavery in any form and that’s what these men were, slaves. He’d had more than a taste of what it was like before he’d left his home and come to this world.
That’s what made the paper Simeon had found so important. It was his proof he was no longer a slave and could come and go as he pleased if he had to meet someone from his own world. Someone like the elf two nights ago. He had run into him by accident a day earlier and given that the male didn’t believe he had the right to be roaming free he’d needed to show him that he did.
Vergil smiled slightly, thinking of Simeon. He was an interesting man, damned good-looking in his own way, and gay if he could believe what he’d said.
And I’m not going there. The chances we’ll ever meet again are slim to none and even if we did… Well I’m not looking for any kind of hookup on that level. With a shake of his head he got back to what he needed to do, which was to tell his lieutenant he would take the assignment.