Wednesday, September 7, 2011
mission failed.
Our publishing company had received threats from the local union that they would come by at some point and spray the building with machine guns. The CEO decided to close the office except to essential staff. Everyone stayed home out of fear.
Marquise, Paul, Damien, and I volunteered to go on a covert undercover mission to join the union and expose their violent ways. The idea was to secretly film them with our iPhones while they were doing something rowdy, then send it to the press to get public opinion against them. No one else at our company, except the CEO, knew we were doing this.
We found one of their meetings and blended in. Pretty quickly, they began advocating for the death of their enemies. We got it all on video without anyone noticing.
But then they all started collecting into carpool groups. It turned out the union boss had included in the agenda for that day to go down to the former Defense Secretary’s house and rough him up. Apparently the Secretary had hired an assassin to take out the union boss. The boss didn’t want to kill the Secretary, just scare him into submission.
The three of us were split up into different cars. The other union members in my cars started introducing themselves to me and asking me about my line of work. After only a second’s hesitation, I said, “Boiler rooms.” I almost said “plumber,” but then realized there could easily be another plumber around and I didn’t want him to start asking me specific things about plumbing, of which I knew nothing. Boiler repair seemed an exotic enough job without being too unbelievable. It worked.
We got to the the Defense Secretary’s house and actually parked our van in his garage. Then we all got our weapons, mostly blunt instruments. Mine was a board with a nail in it. The plan was to run around to the backyard, where the Secretary was, and overwhelm him. For some reason Marquise had to do this nude. I was barefoot and shirtless in shorts.
As we ran across the front lawn toward the backyard entrance, I heard someone call, “Yoo hoo! Oh, yoo hoo!”
It was the Secretary’s neighbor, calling out the window of her adjoining apartment! I decided to ignore her, hoping she wouldn’t realize what was going on until it was too late. But then she continued:
“Oh, Mr. Mittlefehldt!”
Horrorstruck, I turned around. It was Rita, a coworker. Not knowing I was undercover, she clearly thought I was part of the union and was doing bad things. She yelled out her window at me, making it clear that I should not continue my acts, and that it was in my best interest to come into her apartment before she called the police.
I didn’t know what to do. It didn’t occur to me to tell Rita that we were undercover. I motioned to Damien to go back to the car so we could get out — but we still needed to get Marquise and Paul. He clearly wanted to continue with the mission, saying out of exasperation, “I can’t tell if you’re kidding.”
Then I woke up.