Peter Weiss sat at his desk, idly checking his e-mails. The middle aged man was well known as a businessman, philanthropist, and city leader. It was also an open secret that he was a big name in organized crime, head of the infamous Danube Syndicate. He had his fingers in all the usual criminal rackets: extortion, illegal gambling’s, drugs, prostitution, you name it.
Standing by the door of his office was a large, burly man. His shaved head was crossed by the jagged pale lines of multiple scars, marking him as a man accustomed to violence. He was Big Pete, Weiss’ body guard and top enforcer.
There was a light rapping at the door. Pete cracked the door open an inch and glanced through, his free hand reaching into his coat. Turning back to his boss, the enforcer grunted in a rough, deep voice. “It’s Angela.” Weiss nodded, as Pete opened the door all the way.
A young woman stepped into the office. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a neat bun. She was wearing a well cut, dark blue pin-striped pants suit. A pair of glasses was perched on her long, narrow nose. “You sent for me, boss?” She asked.
“Ah! Angela, good to see you.” Weiss said, standing up. “I here you’ve been doing some very good work for my organization over in third district. You’ve made me a lot of money.” He sighed. “However, I’m afraid, I’ve recently had some very disturbing information reach my ears.”
“What would that be?” Angela said, her voice even. Only a master at reading people could have detected the slightest tremble in her voice, a nervous glance in her eyes.
“One of my informants on the police force tells me there may be a spy in my ranks. A mole, digging through all of my secrets.” A cruel grin crossed his face. “I’m afraid the jig is up, officer Antinov.” The young woman’s eyes widened in surprise. Her hand plunged into her jacket for her pistol. She wasn’t fast enough. A high-pitched cry escaped her lips as electricity surged through her body. She crumpled to the ground. Pete stood behind her, holding the stun gun.
“Damn it…” Ulrika Antinov thought to herself before she slumped to the ground, unconscious…

“ugh…” Ulrika groaned softly as she came to. Her body was sore all over. After a moment, she realized it was because she’d been tied up while unconscious, the tight ropes forcing her body into a taut hogtie. She’d also been stripped completely naked. Ulrika shivered. The concrete floor underneath her was cold against her bare skin.
Some cloth had been stuffed in her mouth to keep her quiet, a torn cloth strip tied between her teeth to keep her from spitting the wadding out. “Well,” the undercover agent thought to herself. “At least I know where some of my clothes went…”
The young woman struggled to lift her head up, to look around her prison. She guessed she was in one of the storage rooms, at one of Weiss’ illegal gambling dens, across town from the office where he conducted most of his ‘legitimate’ business efforts.  
Just then, the door opened. The young woman groaned, raising her head as Weiss entered the room, accompanied by Pete and two other goons, dumb, mean grunts named Knuckle-Duster Bill and Mad Dog Jim. They leered, running their eyes over her naked body.
“I have to hand it to you, Officer Antinov,” Weiss said, standing over her. “You certainly knew what you were doing. I had my suspicions there was a leak in my organization for some time, but I always suspected somebody else, never you. I was even considering bringing you into my inner circle. Well, lucky for me a certain cop with a drug problem and loose lips happened to blab your name in one of my clubs.”
Ulrika groaned. Six months of undercover work, blown just like that…
“Now, just in case you were hoping your friends on the police force track you down, we were very thorough when we searched you and we found the tracer. Right now, you’re back at your apartment, getting some sleep, but in a short while, you’re going to have a very unfortunate car accident and I’m afraid there won’t be much for the coroners to identify…”
Ulrika whimpered into her gag, fearfully.
“Oh, don’t worry. You won’t be in the car.” Weiss teased, chuckling. “Luckily for you, we managed to find a stiff in the city morgue that matched you well enough. Some forged dental records and no one will ever know the difference…” A cruel grin spread across his face. “Unluckily for you, I have my hands in some foreign businesses, and you’re just perfect, which is why you’ll shortly be taking a one way trip to the Far East. You might just make me a little bit more money in the end.” He nodded to his goons. “Bill, Jim, please see the lady to the car. She has a plane to catch…”
Ulrika groaned quietly into her gag as she was picked up and carried out of the room…