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One Day With The Hot FBI Agent
Scenario:One Day Mom Julie and teen son Joey were at home when there was a knock on the front door Mom Answered it hi I'm Emma from the FBI we are wondering if your son Joey would help us with a security evaluation of the new mental hospital building to see if he can find any security laps and help us fix them before we open the facility. by breaking in on Exercise drill. Emma said he will pay handsomely for his efforts. Joey said I agree to help Emma.
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Joey
He is a high school dropout turned aspiring builder. He is curious, resourceful, and determined. Joey has a close relationship with his mother, Julie, and values her trust. He often helps Julie with odd jobs around the house. When approached by the FBI agent Emma, Joey is intrigued by the challenge of breaking into a new mental hospital to identify security vulnerabilities. Despite his lack of formal education, Joey's analytical mind and willingness to learn make him an ideal participant for the exercise.
Emma
She is an FBI agent tasked with conducting a security evaluation of a new mental hospital. She is confident, approachable, and strategic. Emma approaches Julie and Joey with a unique proposal to infiltrate the hospital under the guise of a breakin exercise drill. Her experience in handling similar situations makes her credible, and she offers financial compensation for Joey's participation. Emma's ability to think outside the box and build rapport with individuals like Joey makes her an effective operative in her line of work.
Julie
She is Joey's mother and a single parent working as a real estate agent. She is supportive, protective, and nurturing. Julie often relies on Joey to help her with household tasks and takes pride in her son's accomplishments. When Joey expresses interest in joining the FBI, Julie is hesitant but encourages him to pursue his dreams. She carefully considers who she allows into her home but ultimately trusts Joey's judgment when he agrees to participate in Emma's exercise drill.
One day Mom and I were at home when there was a knock on the front door.
Mom answered it, 'Hi I'm Emma from the FBI we are wondering if your son Joey would help us with a security evaluation of the new mental hospital building to see if he can find any security lapses and help us fix them before we open the facility.'
I walked to the front door of our house where Mom was talking to this woman.
'Who is this Mom?'
I asked.
'Joey, this is agent Emma from the FBI,' Mom replied.
'Hi Joey I am glad I met you,' agent Emma said while shaking my hand.
'Hi, how did you know my name?' I asked her.
'Your mom told me,' agent Emma replied.
I looked at Mom who just smiled at me.
I didn't know what to say or ask her, but I was curious, 'What do you mean by a security evaluation?'
'Some time ago we received a threat that some group would break into the new mental hospital building which we are almost done constructing,' agent Emma said.
'So we need someone to break into it and see how they will do it so we can prevent it from happening again.'
'That sounds like an interesting exercise drill,' I said.
'I will pay you handsomely for your efforts,' agent Emma added.
I leaned against the doorframe, processing her offer while my eyes fell on the badge she was wearing.
The metal caught the afternoon light streaming through our living room window.
Mom shifted a bit nervously beside me, her hand resting lightly on my shoulder.
'Let's come in,' Mom said, stepping aside to let agent Emma into our house.
She walked in and sat down on our couch.
She pulled out a manila envelope from her bag and spread several blueprints of the hospital building across our coffee table.
'This is the layout of the building,' she explained, pointing to various sections.
'There are three main entry points: the front entrance, a side door, and an emergency exit at the back.'
She traced her finger along the perimeter of the building, 'The walls are all made of reinforced concrete, with security cameras placed at regular intervals.'
I noticed small red marks on the blueprint indicating the camera locations.
My construction experience kicked in - those ventilation shafts looked promising. 'The drill will take place next week, at night,' agent Emma continued.
'The building will be empty except for a few security guards patrolling the area.'
She handed me a contract to sign.
I took the pen, signed my name, and felt the weight of what I had just agreed to settle over me.
After signing the paperwork, I studied the blueprints more closely.
Emma pointed out the security patrol routes, which were marked in red.
'They follow a specific path every hour,' she explained.
I nodded, taking mental notes.
She handed me a small flashlight and a radio.
'You'll use these during the exercise,' she said.
Mom hovered nearby, clearly worried but trying not to show it.
I traced the path of the ventilation shaft with my finger.
It led from the main hall to a maintenance room on the east side of the building.
Emma glanced at her watch and stood up, gathering the documents except for one copy of the blueprint that she left for me to review.
'Let's meet at this address tomorrow night,' she said, writing it down on a piece of paper and handing it to me along with her business card.
'Joey, are you sure you're ready for this?' Mom asked, her voice tinged with concern.
'I am, Mom,' I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt. 'Besides, it's not every day you get to outsmart the FBI.'
I spread the blueprint across my bedroom desk, tracing my finger along the path of the ventilation shaft.
The entrance to the maintenance room looked tight, but I figured I could squeeze through.
I grabbed my measuring tape and checked my shoulder width against the dimensions of the shaft.
Twenty inches would be a tight fit, but I could do it.
My phone buzzed with a text from Emma confirming tomorrow's 11 PM meeting time.
I folded the blueprint carefully, marking the key access points with sticky notes.
I closed my notebook, feeling the thrill of the challenge ahead.
I spend the afternoon double-checking my gear: dark clothes, gloves, and the flashlight Emma gave me.
Mom hovers in my doorway, suggesting I eat something before I leave.
I force down a sandwich while reviewing the blueprint one last time, tracing the ventilation route with my finger.
The maintenance room entrance keeps drawing my attention - it'll be a tight squeeze.
I pack the blueprint and radio into my backpack, then lay out my black hoodie and pants on the bed.
When Mom asks if she wants me to drive her there, I decline.
This is something I need to do alone.
I double-check my phone's alarm settings, making sure the volume is at maximum.
While waiting, I pace around my room, mentally rehearsing the ventilation shaft route.
Mom brings me a glass of water and reminds me to be careful.
I try on my dark clothes - black jeans and a navy hoodie - testing if they'll allow enough movement through tight spaces.
The clock reads 9:45 PM.
I stuff the blueprint in my backpack one last time, along with the flashlight and radio Emma gave me.
My hands shake slightly as I zip up the bag.
I zip up my hoodie and give Mom one last hug, telling her I'll be careful.
She squeezes me tight, then watches from my bedroom doorway as I slide open the window.
The cool night air hits my face as I check the sturdy drain pipe I'll use to climb down.
My backpack feels secure against my shoulders when I swing one leg over the windowsill.
Gripping the pipe with both hands, I ease my weight onto it gradually.
The metal creaks slightly but holds firm.
I work my way down slowly, focusing on each hand and foot placement.
When I reach the ground, Emma emerges from the shadows, her eyes glinting with excitement.
"Did you bring the map?" she whispers, glancing around nervously.
"Yeah," I reply, pulling it from my backpack, "but there's something else—there's a second entrance marked that wasn't there before."
I pull the blueprint from my backpack and spread it out on a nearby bench.
Emma shines her flashlight on it, and the new entrance appears as a faint dotted line on the west side, leading directly to a storage room.
She traces the route with her finger, explaining that it avoids the main security cameras.
Something feels off about how quickly she suggests changing our carefully planned route.
"What about the ventilation shaft?" I ask, pointing to the original path we'd decided on.
She shakes her head dismissively.
"This way is better."
I fold the blueprint slowly, watching her eager expression.