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A time will come when we cannot tell friend from foe.
16/1/19 - updated
17/1/19 - updated
The earliest memory I could recall of my childhood was me standing at the side of the pavement and watching a platoon of army boys marching by.
Immediately I half jogged and ran up the dry forest path. It’s a well-used route by the regulars to get back to camp. There were hardly any trees and shrubs on the well trotted path.
Owen saw his potential and he made the whole incident go away.
We are one of the most expensive city in the world to live in. The popular saying among the old folks is that it’s probably cheaper for you to just die than to fall sick.
He didn’t mean it. Lala kept shouting he’s sorry in my direction as I staggered backwards and caught my breath. Lala was caught between trying to look and me and hiding in Xuehua’s breast.
His eyes were filled with tears and guilt and there is no way to fake that level of genuine regret. Lala’s voice is out of control.
Lala: sorry…, SORRY !!! SORRY JEFF… sorry… sorry… aHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
He was trashing about as the other hawkers tried to hold him down so he doesn’t end up hurting another else.
Jeff : it’s ok… it’s ok…. I’m ok…
Lala : sorry … SORRY!!! SORRY JEFF… !!! JEFFF!!!!
I massaged my damaged nipples and I told Lala it’s ok but it’s not getting into him. He’s too emotional to listen.
He’s still very agitated.
Suddenly he started hitting himself, apologising as he hammered himself on his mouth with his fist.
It was a hard knock and I could hear the crunch of his knuckles hitting his teeth.
Before anyone could stop the 2nd punch, Lala brought his fist to his mouth and he began bleeding at the mouth.
Everyone panicked, some wanted to call for an ambulance but Freddy said no.
Xuehua’s petite voice was being drowned out by the shouting with everyone trying to give their suggestions and input.
Even Auntie Annie came over with her Harley Davidson cleaning trolley to see what is happening.
By then the commotion had drawn a small crowd of curious onlookers.
Lala: I’m sorry… Jeff.. I’m sorry !!
Jeff : Its ok…. it’s ok…. Lala… Look at me… look at me…. I’m ok… !!
Lala’s voice built up to an explosive scream as he pushed everyone away from him.
His father fell behind onto Eddy. Xuehua was shoved backwards and she fell onto her buttocks before landing on her back. Ah Kim held onto his wife Ah Kiao as she stumbled, nearly hitting the edge of a table.
I was really contemplating putting Lala down. A quick twist of his hands behind his back would be enough to put him into submission. Nothing works as well as pain but he seemed so helpless and lost.
I walked towards Lala and I held both his shoulders in my grip. I moved so fast he had no time to react. All that’s left for me to do would be to trip his balance, throw him onto the floor before I go all over him but I did not do that.
I too did not know what was going through my head.
Instead of putting him down. I hugged myself onto Lala.
Jeff : It’s ok…. it’s ok bro… I’m ok… I’m ok…I’m really ok…
Lala was taken aback for a couple of seconds and I could feel his entire body shaking.
Trembling in fact.
2 seconds later he went quiet. Then I felt his massive hands came up behind me and he held onto me.
Sobbing and apologising again, Lala told me he was really sorry.
Lala : Sorry… sorry… I could not control myself…. Sorry…
Jeff : It’s ok… shshhhhh.. its ok… I’m ok…. I’m really ok …shhhh..
I could feel Lala breathing hard in my arms. He panted and sucked in air but he was no longer shaking.
He’s calming down slowly but surely.
All eyes were on me as I slowly coaxed Lala out of my embrace.
It didn’t take long.
Probably a minute or 2 max and I was free of Lala.
He touched his bleeding gums and Xuehua gave him some napkins to clean up while his father gave him water to drink.
Eddy : nothing to see….. nothing to see…. Everybody go back work… no need work ah…
Eddy’s sudden outburst dispersed the busybodies gathering at the edge of the café. Auntie Annie went over to offer a few words of comfort to Lala before setting to clean up the mess I made on the floor.
I sank into a nearby seat and realised my shirt was drenched in perspiration.
Looking across at Billy, his jaws were just opened wide as he took everything in.
Billy : Wow…. Damm…..
Freddy brought Lala over and I stood up.
Jeff : It’s ok Lala…. I’m really ok… it was an accident….
Lala : I’m sorry…. I’ll … I won’t do it again…. I’ll make you the best kopi O kosong in the world to make up….
Jeff: It’s ok.. I’m fine… don’t worry about it…
I added with a smile as Freddy too apologised for his son’s outburst. He added that he is a little over protective of Xuehua because he likes her.
Eddy appeared just as Lala was walking away with another tray of food for me.
Eddy : nah… nah… nah…. Uncle treat you eat la…
Jeff : thank you… thank you…
Billy immediately came over and took over the tray from me. As he was facing me, I saw him mumble quickly in front of me before going away. His lips tried his best not to move as he rattled of his final word before making way for Xuehua.
Billy : bro… your brownie point…. Gao gao….kopi O extra gao ( thick ) already….
I wanted to smack him but he chuckled and got out of range and I saw Xuehua coming towards me.
She held 2 ice bags with her palms facing up was she got right up to me.
Xuehua : Jeff…. Right ?
Jeff : Yes…
Xuehua : here… take these…
Jeff : no need … it’s ok…
Xuehua : it’s not fine…. I was pinched before by Lala too….
I really don’t know what the fuck was going on in my head and I instantly looked at Xuehua’s breast when I should have been looking at her eyes.
It’s not my fault. I just had my nipples pinched.
Then you tell me you were pinched as well. Naturally the link just happened. I would have also thought she had her nipples pinched by Lala as well.
It was a fast look. Barely 1 second as I looked at Xuehua’s breast before looking back up at her with my eyes wide open.
Before I could speak, Xuehua laughed and shake the ice bags at me, spraying me with the condensed water that had accumulated.
Xuehua : NOT THERE LA !!! hahah
Jeff : Sorry… sorry… it was just…. I just….
Xuehua : Here…. Take it…it will make you feel better….
Seeing my hands were not up to receive the ice bags, Xuehua plastered the ice bags onto my shirt where my injury was. From a bystander point of view, she would have looked like she was touching my breast.
Jeff : ergnhhhh….orghhhhhergnnhh… ahhh… enghh…
Xuehua’s eyes widened before breaking into a chuckle as I moaned in front of everyone in the café.
You think it’s funny ? Go to your fridge right now and rub 2 ice cubes on your nipples and see if you moan out loud.
Instinctively, my hands came up and took over the ice bags as Xuehua’s hands moved away.
Jeff : thank…. Thank you…
Xuehua : haha… enjoy your dinner Jeff…
Jeff : wait wait…
Xuehua turned around and if I weren’t gritting my teeth not to moan again from the ice cold bags rubbing on my nipples, I would have let loose another sensual call.
Her big round eyes lined up with mine as she waited for me to finish my sentence.
Jeff : I…. ermm.. haven got your name…
It was a blatant lie but this was the perfect opportunity for me to ask for it. If not now then when ?
Xuehua broke into a smile half a second later and I could tell she was considering whether or not to tell me her name. I could almost detect a hint of mischief as she asked me why should she tell me her name.
Xuehua : why should I tell you my name ?? … I didn’t ask for yours…hahah…
I could not bring myself to tear my eyes away from Xuehua’s as I answered as honest as I could.
Jeff : how can you not give your name….. to a man who has 2 hands on his own nipples when he asked you for it….
Xuehua burst out laughing the same time I saw Billy choke on his chicken rice, spraying his own plate with a smattering of chewed up rice grains and chicken meat.
Xuehua : hahaha… hahaha…
I saw Xuehua bite her lips for a split second as she considered my request.
I saw her inhale before breathing out as her mouth opened slightly. Her eyes checked me out right before she replied me softly.
Xuehua : Xuehua…. My name is Xuehua ….haha… see you around Jeff….
With that she turned around and made her way to the washroom.
I could not contain my smile as I walked back to my table with Billy.
Billy chewed on his dinner and looked at me smiling away. I must have a dreamy look on my face paired with a silly smile. That expression was etched onto my face for a good 30 seconds as I sat down in front of Billy. With my hands still on nipples massaging them, you could probably draw up a picture of what Billy is looking at while he ate.
Billy : Li erh………. Biao qing……….si bei bian tai ….( you have……. a perverted look……. on your face )
I ignored Billy’s comment as I slowly remove the melting ice cubes and put them on the tray.
Xuehua. The name sounded extra nice when she says it.
Billy : eat la… eat la…
Billy scooped chicken onto my plate and gestured for me to stop dreaming.
Billy : Owen is coming.
The mere mention of my boss’s name snapped me out of the daze I was caught in.
Jeff : Oh… he called ?
Billy showed me a message on his phone.
It was from Owen.
He asked if everything is ok on his first day and that he will be dropping by the office later.
Jeff : Are you going to reply that ?
Billy : no need….if it’s not ok… I would have called him by lunch….
We finished up our dinner and went back up to office. I did not have any spare clothes so I removed my shirt and hung it up by the window.
Billy sat back on his chair with his legs up on his desk as he streamed youtube videos of English hit songs as we waited for Owen to arrive.
I went to my desk and logged in remotely to the cameras I set up at home.
It was a habit in a way. If I was not doing it on the computer, I would be checking it on my phone.
You can never take security too lightly. I could see the common corridor outside my flat. The main door to my house and the respective rooms.
I switched sites and another series of screens appeared.
I had rented a unit opposite my current flat as well using different names and identifications. Documents of which were authentic provided for my different projects. I was suppose to return them once my work is done but hey, anyone with half a brain would know to keep some of these for future use.
I kept half of the documents Owen provided and told him I lost them during work. He would roll his eyes and say it would spell trouble for a lot of people if these documents are round floating around.
I reassured him that if he finds them, it would mean I’m dead. Just blame it all on me.
The unit I rented gave me a direct view of my place from the outside. I have cameras pointed at my door, the windows and the corridor leading up to the door.
Only Owen knows where I live but doing what I do for a living, you can’t help being a little more cautious.
I asked Billy where he lived and his head popped out from the side of his screen for a brief moment before asking me why am I interested in that.
Billy : Why do you want to know that ?
Jeff : hahahah…. Good… good answer…
Billy : ask me something else….. I have access to Owen’s archive of the company’s history…. Most of them are in hard copy… he never bothers to read them…. I went though most of it….
I came out of my office and pulled a chair up beside Billy.
Jeff : The history ?...
Billy : Yeah…. From the day this started….
Jeff : Tell me about the 4 pillars….
Billy : They’re all in 1 way or another…. Related to some of the street gangs back then…. , trouble makers….fierce fighters…. Murderers…. All of them have been arrested before… it’s not long before someone came up with the brilliant idea that rather than train people up from scratch… why not make use of these talents you already have….
Jeff: Talents… what a way to describe them…
Billy : hahah….there was not much documentation about the recruitment process….i read from some of the reports that it’s not easy…. No one came onboard willingly…..everyone had their own deal…. Money…. Family… whatever… things like that…
Jeff : Ok…. what else…
Billy : Audits and justifications back then were sketchy, you can never be sure if the projects you are doing are what it says it is… but they still do it…. They’re paid for each job instead of a monthly pay… no bonus or any kind…Kills back then were sloppy…. But easier to cover up compare to this day and age.
Jeff : example ?
Billy : Most common documented way of cleaning up would be to ship the carcass out to a kelong….. it would then be processed and re-introduced into the food chain….
Jeff : That is some sick shit…
Billy : There are camera everywhere now….it’s not as easy as before…
Billy sat up and started typing into his computer before logging into his email.
He turned the screen around and showed me some pictures.
Jeff : What are those… ?
Billy : Hu Die Dao. Butterfly sword…. Exclusively used by the 4 pillars…
Jeff: They used these ??
Billy : It started off symbolic … something the company presented to them, but with limited resources back then, all 4 pillars made good use of them. … the blades are forged in Japan… using the best iron sands from Chugoku mountain range in Japan…. They’re compact and easy to wield…. Half of their kills are with these…
Jeff : wow…..
Billy : what do you use Jeff ?
Jeff : butter knife….. bought from a $2 shop located in the outskirts of Jurong. Cheap and easy to dispose… but you need to sharpen them on your own….
Billy : That’s a joke right… anyway….here’s more..
Billy showed me more pictures he scanned in from the archives.
Billy : there are 4 butterfly sword…… 1 is in the national museum…. You can see it on display at the triad section….
Jeff : what about the other 3 ?
Billy : Owen has one of them, but the blade is already broken….it’s encased in his office…given to him by his predecessor…. The other 2 is missing… which brings me to this…
Billy switches window and showed me a scanned grainy picture of 2 black spear. About 1.4m long each, the entire spear is in black from the shaft to the spear tip.
The shaft is made of impact grade Hickory and the spear itself is from the same iron sand in Chugoku.
Jeff : The only time I hear hickory is when I order BBQ….
Billy ignored my comment and went on.
Billy : There are only 2 of these… presented to the North and South Pillar…
Jeff : Why ?
Billy : North is always busy… near the causeway…. And South need to include Sentosa…. And other island…. So more work..
I gave Billy a look and he gave me a smile.
Billy : you talk cock I also talk cock what….. hahha…..I don’t know… It was not recorded….the spears are missing as well…
Jeff : probably kept as souvenirs when they retire….
3 of the Pillars served national service. There were no records of where they served or what they did. 1 of them did not serve at all.
Jeff : awol or run ?
Billy : no idea… no records…. Their reign is long and eventful…. The 1st generation of our company…. We are technically the 3rd….
Jeff : where’s the 2nd…. ?
Billy : 2nd is a bit blurry…. Neither here nor there…. Most are in the midst of transition….Owen and his predecessor really built up the 3rd gen of operators.
Jeff : Hmmm…. Ok….
Billy : The 4 pillars were given a task to train up someone….
Jeff : Yes… I’ve heard… a Girl….
Billy : Yeap… you must know that the 4 pillars could hardly get along….yet somehow they managed to train up this girl…amazing right…
Jeff : Well… with the right motivation…anyone can do anything….
Billy : True…. True….
Jeff : what do you know about Jane ? does the archive say anything ?
Billy : Nothing in depth….. just enough to know she is there yet not there at the same time…. The company started training it’s first recruit the same time the 4 pillars started with Jane….they wanted to compare the methodology or something….turns out the company went for theirs…. So the 4 pillars only trained 1 girl… not much information is available…
Jeff : Then how do we know if she is real ? maybe it’s just a myth…
Billy shrugged his shoulders.
Billy : Maybe just a story made up to scare people ? hahah …. Jane has a birth mark…about 3cm long on the back of her left shoulder blade…. She might have it removed by surgery, no one knows….. the archives says she started her training when she was 11, had her first project by 13.
Jeff : Bull shit…. Mai lai la…..it’s fake… no way….
Billy : I know… at 13 i don’t even know how to cut a potato.
There was a knock on our office door suite and Owen came in.
Owen : I heard you injured your nipples Jeff…
Jeff : from who ?
I turned to look at Billy who held up both his hands to indicate it was not him.
Owen : There are eyes and ears everything Jeff….. people talk… just know that I am aware of everything that is happening in this building… It’s my job to…. It keeps us safe…
Jeff : I’m glad your voyeuristic nature is keeping all of us safe.
Owen : You’re welcome…
Owen locked the door and gestured to the window.
Billy hit the automatic blinds and the rollers whirled slowly, blocking out the night view we have of little India.
Owen opened his bag and brought out a bottle of whisky. A Hibiki 17 by Suntory.
He set the bottle on the table without a word and pulled out 3 glasses.
Owen : Let me go wash these first..
I looked at the bottle without a word and I could see Billy staring at it as well.
Whenever there is a new project, Owen would bring me 1 of these. Something of an initiation of sort to get things going.
The age of the whisky offered a glimpse into the difficulty of the said project.
Most of the bottles I’ve received are 12 year olds.
This is a 17.
Seeing Billy looking at the bottle, I asked if he knew what this means.
Jeff : You know what this means right ??
Billy : yes…. Owen told me about it…. He gets you 1 everytime there’s a new project….
Well. I’ve had a good break.
It’s time to start working.
Billy : Can I ask you something Jeff…. ?
Jeff : Go ahead….
Billy : You get to choose your own callsign ?
Jeff : Yeah…. Why… you want one ?
Billy looked at me in a serious manner and asked.
Billy : why didn’t you use Porche or Ferrari instead ?
It took half a second to sink in before I laughed.
Owen came back then and he heard what Billy asked. He set down the glasses and opened the bottle before pouring each of us a good 2 finger of the drink.
Owen : how are you going to tell the tax agency where you get all your cars ?
Billy : You mean you will really get it…?
Owen : Yeah… 1:10 scale model…. Don’t be a cock la…
Owen raised his glass and we met his with a soft clink in the quiet office.
As we took a sip, he took out his reading glasses and perched it low on his nose.
The streaks of grey in his hair is beginning to show. I guess this is a kind of work that makes you age faster than others. The wrinkles around his eyes got deeper and I could see the heavy eyebags.
He looked tired, as if he always have a lot of things on his mind.
He opened up a folder on the table and laid out some documents and photographs on the table.
I sat forward and looked at the photographs he laid out while Billy leafed through one stack of information Owen brought. Pictures of a hot looking lady.
Clasping his fingers together, he looked at me before turning to Billy.
Owen : I wished there were more time for you guys to get to know each other before your first project but this came in last minute….
Billy : who’s this hot babe ?
Billy held up a picture of this good looking women who cannot be more than 35 of age. Dressed in a classy gown and full makeup, she oozes charm and sexuality.
Her smile and those foxy eyes screams milf no matter which angle you look at it from.
Owen : Yvonne….Former pageant winner….. hot right ?… married… stay at home wife… socialite…. Attends parties and charities….spends husband’s money…. Head of a few charitable organisation as well…recently became a mother…
Jeff : She the target ?
Owen : No… her husband…….. Benson…. businessman in the day… drug dealer at night…
Owen pushed another photo across to me.
Owen : He’s well guarded by his personal guards… seldom show his face and very paranoid…… I sent in a colleague of ours….. he failed….
Jeff : What happened.
Owen : He went in as a contractor…. Benson is renovating his place now….last communication with him was that he will be making an attempt when Benson comes over to check on the work progress….. I’ve not heard from him since… its been 6 days….. I presume he’s dead
Jeff : that would have put Benson on his guard won’t it… ?
Owen : I don’t know…this is why I need you to find out…
Jeff : What’s my cover… ?
Owen took a deep breath and said I’m not going to like this.
Jeff : When have I liked anything you planned for me.
Owen : Oh ho ho ho…. This is different…. This is very different….
Jeff : How so… ?
Owen went on to say that the only way I would be able to gain access to Benson would be through Yvonne, and while it would have been easy in the past, things got complicated recently.
Owen : Yvonne caught Benson cheating on her when she was pregnant…. Things got ugly… and Benson has sort of kept Yvonne locked up in the house….
Billy : woah…
Owen : Businessman…. All want face…. Anyway, Benson’s a fucking flirt…. He sleeps around as if he’s changing underwear…. Prostitutes, actresses, with money… you can get anyone…. You get the drift….
Benson kept his wife under lock and key for the last few months of pregnancy, even after delivering in a private hospital suite, she was promptly sent back home for her confinement. Access to her is near impossible for now.
He took out a black travel organiser which usually contains my documents that correspondence with my cover.
He unzipped it and handed me the docket of information with the background he set up for me. Billy was handed a copy as well and barely 5 seconds in he looked up at Owen and exclaimed.
Billy : This is a joke right ?
Owen replied quietly as he adjusted his glasses.
Owen : It’s not…. We have to be subtle about this… it’s in the middle of a residential district and there’s a baby and her mother in the picture….we can’t put them in harm’s way.
I finished reading the summary and I looked up at Owen.
Jeff : you’re fucking kidding me are you not ?
Owen shook his head.
Owen : I wish I was…. Takes more than just balls to pull this off…… I’m sure you can do it… I will reveal the rest of the documents after acceptance of this project.
Owen gestured for all the documents and the photographs before saying the usual statement before each project.
Owen : You have a choice. You can choose to walk away and not speak of this again. Or, should you choose to accept this project, it is my duty to remind you that should you get caught, the company will not acknowledge any of your actions…. This is your first project together… I’ll give you guys some time to discuss….
Billy : No need…. I’m in if Jeff is…… he’s good with a butter knife…
Owen raised an eyebrow
Owen : What the fuck ?
I shook my head and drained the whisky in my glass, Owen went on to pour me another serving.
Jeff : I accept.
Owen : Good..
Owen handed over the documents he showed us initially before pulling out another document folder. With it, he pulled out another photograph.
Owen : Employee ranked 41 on the list…..
Billy : woah….. this is sick man….
I looked at the photograph Owen was holding and I stared at it for a good 3 seconds before looking at Owen.
Jeff : They’re twins ?
Owen : Yeap…. Yvonne’s sister….. Yiling….
Employee ranked 41 under Owen’s employment with one confirmed project under her belt. Callsign pillbox.
Owen told us it as his last resort. He didn’t want to go ahead with it but it seems he had run out of options.
Yiling is aware of what is happening to her sister and her brother in law’s recent indiscretion. The family recently argued about not being able to see Yvonne and her child as often as they wanted.
Benson is stonewalling them with excuses that Yvonne and the baby is sick and having so many strangers around them will increase the chances of the child getting an infection. Yiling was allowed to visit her sister a couple of times because her brother in law has the hots for her.
He has attempted to be funny and touchy with Yiling when he has a bit to drink on occasions before.
Owen : details are in the 2nd folder… read it…… I just spoke with Yiling before I came over…. She accepted the project and the cover I arranged….. you are to meet up with her…. And get introduced to the family as her boyfriend. ….
My role, as explained to Yiling by Owen is nothing more than an officer with the drug agency. I was to play the role of her boyfriend and I’m the official liaisons when it comes to matters about the drug trade Benson is running. My job would be to collect information, that’s all. As someone with no usable experience when it comes to operations like this, I was a total newbie to the game.
I was to have no knowledge of what Yiling’s actual role and task is. I’m operating on the basis that Yiling is volunteering for this because she cares for her sister and wants to help her out of her predicament. This explains her role in cooperating with me.
Owen did not want to use Yiling initially because of her lack of experience but her status as the sister in law of the target is too precious a card not to use in these circumstances.
Compounded with the fact that she hated her brother in law, this should not be too hard for her to decide.
Owen : Benson is well guarded….if it comes to an all out brawl….. Yiling might not be able to do it…… Do not reveal who you are unless absolutely necessary….The project…. When successful, will be credited to both of you without Yiling ever knowing what happened….
Owen scribbled a number on a piece of paper. The number to call for the clean up crew who will take care of the forensics and stuff. It changes with each project and it’s also the official communication channel I will have with Owen once we start the party.
I nodded and Billy took over the piece of paper after I’m done.
Billy : This paper will self-destruct in 5 seconds….
With that Billy started tearing up the piece of paper vigorously with exaggerated actions.
Owen shook his head and poured me another drink while pushing Billy’s glass aside.
Owen : No more drinks for you.
Billy : hahah… twins man….. Jeff… twin sister leh… hahaha…lucky you….
Billy took the bottle from Owen and poured himself a glass.
Our glasses met again and we all knew Owen is already in his working mood when he finished our last toast with a statement as cold as this.
Owen : If shit hits the fan…. i can afford to lose the pillbox…. But you damm well bring me back Hibiki….
Owen finished his drink and gave us a nod before leaving the room.
Billy : well….. have fun with the twins Jeff….
Billy drained his drink and flipped to the back of the folder where a disc is attached. He will make do with the soft copy of the documents.
Looking at the photo of Yiling, I thought to myself.
Well, this could be interesting.
At least I get to meet my first colleague……. In the same department that is…
5th June 2013
I spent a day digesting the information at home after that evening.
Benson seldom leaves his home and if he does, he is surrounded by his band of merry making men all of whom had served time with him before. A group of 12 men rotates between 2 shifts, accompanying him everywhere he goes.
They’re not professionals, more of thugs and assistants who does everything Benson asks of them.
Benson did time before for white collar crimes. Nothing major, just a year or so but with his friendly disposition, he made a lot of friends while in jail.
Now these friends, knowing that Benson could launder money easily for them, all hooked up with him after release. Benson went back to his old ways but it was always something small. Nothing that attract too much attention.
As his reputation grew, he was approached by a former inmate that wanted him to launder the proceeds of his drug business.
Benson refused but he was afraid of offending him. Initial reluctance was met with threats on his family. So he did what a good citizen would do.
Benson actually went to the authorities and came clean expecting help to come his way, but that was not the case.
Fate has a funny way of playing people.
Instead of removing Benson from the picture and going after the dealer, the authorities convinced Benson to go along with the deal.
Yes. They wanted him to take the deal because it would enable them to uncover something bigger.
How do you control a trade that will surely find it’s way into your island no matter what you do ?
You can go around arresting the small players and run around in circles most of the time or you can control the big player. Cast your net wider and look further.
Before you know it, Benson’s little empire began to grow.
It grew on the basis of him taking out other dealers and competitors with the help of enforcement agencies.
By edging out the competition, it only took Benson 2 years to become the biggest dealer in the country. In a place with strict drug laws, you wonder how something like this is possible.
It’s all about balance. Smoke and mirrors. Which would you rather have ?
A drug trade where you are constantly playing cat and mouse, or one where you know the biggest mouse works for you ?
Benson regularly fed the authorities information, giving them the heads up they need. No one can hope to set up shop in the country without first going through Benson. The theory is simple. With a vast network of runners and no lack of addicts, Benson made sure there are arrests every week.
Along with the arrest comes the information. You take out those who matter while trying to keep the numbers in checkl.
He has numbers that would be near impossible for agencies to gather. Which district in the country drugs moved the fastest ?
Which schools and institutions has growing number of addicts ?
Who are the wannabe dealers coming up ?
Every couple of week there would be a bust. Every couple of days someone would be caught bringing shit in via the land checkpoints. These are on top of the cases the authorities work on.
Not only did Benson feed information, the inventory and distribution of the drugs he brought in are carefully controlled. He was required to give a detail account of shipment and inventory to a middle man.
The middle man in return, would report back to the powers to be. Thus, an unlikely alliance of sort is formed. There’s no way to keep in check every single joker who wants to bring shit in and try to start a business, but if you can keep a lid on the 90%, you will still do a deal with a devil as long as you can keep your distance.
Profits are carefully documented and used to fund shadow companies such as ours.
Not much details are given in this portion.
With multiple legitimate companies on top of his discreet business, Benson is more than comfortable when it comes to money. We know that Benson is making more than what he declares on paper when it comes to the drug trade but the authorities chose to close an eye because Benson play by the rules.
He’s obedient, initially that is.
However the paper pushers that worked the deal with Benson failed to see they are feeding a monster. One with it’s body submerged beneath water.
They failed to see how big it has grown and how dangerous he has become.
They finally woke up when Benson’s cooperation seemed a bit lacklustre of late before he stopped.
Now the people that made the deal are shitting in their pants because they are worried what will happen if Benson decides to blow this whole thing wide open.
He surely would have documented correspondence and collected evidence over the years.
This situation eventually worked it’s way up the hierarchy and gets passed to Owen to take care of.
Benson’s wife has knowledge of his dealings but chooses to not partake in them. On the surface they are the model power couple but cracks in their relationships start to appear after Benson started to get richer.
Yvonne had her own flings as well. Benson chose to close an eye to them even though he is aware of it. It seemed it’s fine with him as long as Yvonne keeps her indiscretion private and not bring it home, afterall, he himself is fucking around.
However, he did not expect Yvonne to throw a fit when he was careless with a upcoming starlet and got caught redhanded.
Things went downhill from then on between them.
Opening Yiling’s folder, I read through her personal information.
She was born 2 minutes after Yvonne.
They are identical twins, not exactly a carbon copy but you can tell they are sisters. There are slight differences in their facial features but they are equally hot and pretty.
Yiling was recruited when she was in school by Owen. It was pure coincidence that her sister ended up with Benson.
Yiling went through a condensed version of the training I went through lasting only 5 months. She’s not meant to do the heavy hitting work all the time.
She is currently working in a logistics company as arranged by Owen. No details on what she does is provided. I looked at the other document Owen provided, it contained details about Yiling that I’m supposed to know base on the cover.
I did a final run through and made sure I remember it all.
Looking at the time, I got up and head to the shower.
I was to meet up with Yiling before heading over to her sister’s place later that evening for dinner.
The initial meetup is critical for us to get to know each other a little.
I arrived at Bukit Timah plaza dressed a polo shirt with the bottom tucked into my pants.
Carrying a laptop bag and a pair of purely decorative glasses, I looked every part the prim and proper boyfriend without looking like a geek.
I stood near the entrance and waited for Yiling to arrive. Billy by now would be in position 3 units down from Benson’s place. Owen has rented an empty unit for the past 3 months to facilitate the 1st attempt preparation.
Owen wanted a copy of the files and information Benson had before the authorities get their hands on them. There are multiple cameras on the grounds as well.
We will need Billy’s help to sterilise the video tapes on site as well. Should the situation allow us to evacuate Yvonne and her son, Billy has a van ready with a trolley at the back.
We were due to meet at 12pm and I pretended to play with my phone while walking around as I checked out the shops in the old shopping mall.
I caught sight of Yiling looking down at me from the 3rd floor as I pretended to check out the directory. I carried on the act of wandering around as I kept checking my phone and peering towards the entrance.
It seems she is not willing to show herself until the appointed time.
I saw from the reflection of a mirror from the salon I was passing by that Yiling is approaching me from behind.
I felt the tap on my shoulder and I turned around.
Yiling : Hi…. Are you Jeff ?
Yiling brushed her fringe behind her ears together with a good bunch of her shoulder length hair. I could smell the fragrance of her body lotion as she extended her hand.
Jeff : Hi… hi…. Ermm… nice to meet you…. Nice to meet you…. Yiling…
She smiled and suggested we grab a drink at a café.
Jeff : Sure… sure…
Yiling : So…. you’re an … officer… ? from the narcotics bureau ??..
Jeff : Yeah…yeah… I am… I’m a data analyst….. I’ve been following this case since the beginning….
I could see YIling checking me out as I carried on talking. Owen had reassured her that the partner he is sending her is just a simple paper pusher who has not done any field work at all.
As much as possible, she is to take the lead behind the scenes and assist me to get the information I supposedly required. However, her priority is still to get Benson.
I thanked her for agreeing to serve as an intermediary to introduce me to the family.
Jeff : Thank you for agreeing to do this….
Yiling : It’s ok…. I’m just concerned about my sister….
She immediately asked if I had done something like this before.
Jeff : oh no .. no… this is my first time… so…. I’m a little nervous actually… haha..haha…
Yiling : You’re kidding right…
Jeff : No I’m not… but don’t worry… we’re just purely gathering information…just relax…. I will do all the work…i’ll keep an eye out for your safety as well.
Yiling : right…..hmmm… thank you…
We ordered our drink at the café and I could see Yiling have a lot of reservations about doing this with me. She asked me if I could remember the story of how we met.
Jeff : Yes… yes…. We met while we were in school….. when we were in the final year… we did the project together… and we got closer because of that… after graduation… we worked in the same company and we got together after 3 months…. Our anniversary date is….
I rattled off the information and I could see Yiling taking a deep breath before exhaling slowly.
Yiling : Jeff… jeff.. ok… stop…
Jeff : why ?
Yiling : I .. ermm.. I think you are a little bit nervous…
Jeff : Yes…. Yes I am…. i… I’ve never played the boyfriend role before…and…sorry… I’m having my verbal diarrhoea already… hahah….
Yiling : It’s ok….just act normally as friends will do..
Yiling looked out of the café for a brief moment before asking me what is my task for getting access to the family.
Jeff : i.. ermmm..
YIling : It’s ok… we’re in this together… you can tell me… I want to get my sister out and away from my brother in law ….
Jeff : I’m suppose to access the computer terminals….and collect all the relevant information I can get… photos too if possible…. That’s all I can tell you… the rest you won’t know one… I cannot say also… it’s errr…. Classified…haha…
Yiling nodded as she thought about what I just told her.
YIling : Well… I can say for sure our access in the house will be closely monitored… I don’t think we can get to explore as if we own the place… but still… I’ll do my best to help you… I know my way around….
Jeff : yes… yes… thank you… don’t worry… once we get all the information we need, we can definitely put your brother in law away for a long time….
I took a sip of the hot coffee that was just served to us and I burned my lips on purpose and almost spilled the hot coffee on the table.
Jeff : ouch.. ouch… sorry… sorry… haha…
I looked at Yiling who was trying hard to give me a forced smile. She must be screaming ‘idiot’ in her head by then.
We finished up our drink and got up from the café.
As we stepped out, Yiling adjusted the strap on her purse and her soft hands took mine.
I felt her fingers interlink with mine and I bit my lips, avoiding her eyes as I tried to act naturally.
Yiling : Jeff..
Jeff : err… yes ?
Yiling : Look at me…
I turned to look at YIling. Her eyes is naturally big and round. She has a bit of baby fats on her cheeks and she looks cute despite her age. I would date her for sure given a different set of circumstances, then again, I have a no dating colleague rule that I intend to abide.
Especially knowing what my fellow colleagues are capable of.
Yiling is 32, a few years older than me but you could never tell from her looks.
The white blouse she was wearing is a little translucent and I could see clearly the white spaghetti top beneath. Her light pink bra straps are visible.
Her breast is not big, a nice and round B would be my best estimate. They push tight against her bra, and I could see a hint of a lacy print on the think material of her spag top.
The hip hugging jeans left nothing much to imagination as to how perky her bottom and how shapely her legs are. A pair of grey heels completed her look.
Yiling, like her sister can be described as a fine specimen of the female species at this age range.
Yiling : We’re a couple right…
Jeff : yes.. yes… right…
Yiling : just be natural…
Jeff : I know… I’m trying….
Yiling : hahah… why ?... is it that hard ? …. I’m not pretty enough ??
Jeff : no.. no… you’re… you’re pretty… that…that’s why it’s so difficult… you’re too pretty…
YIling laughed as she let go of my hand and linked arms with me.
Yiling : Thank you… no one has told me I’m pretty in a long time…
Jeff : Impossible… you’re.. you’re so hot… haha.. ahha … do you… do you have a boyfriend ? …
Yiling : yes…. You…
Jeff : oh… oh… hahaha… that’s nice.. haha..
A playful slap arrived on my arm as we went back into the shopping mall.
Yiling: come to think of it… it’s good that you are nervous….
Jeff : Why do you say that ?
Yiling : You’ve read the files about Benson right… what he do… the people he mixes with…
Jeff : Yeah of course…
Yiling : It’s natural to be nervous…. If you are too calm… he might suspect something instead…
Jeff : Really ? … haha… ok… ok… that’s good… that’s good…
I spend the next 2 hours with Yiling to go through our ice breaking session. I could detect her total lack of confidence in me to do my job, that meant that my disguise is holding up well.
Yiling’s body is sculpted, her legs and arms are tone. Her movements are graceful and she has a sweet smile permanently etched on her face. Her eyes though, betrayed her thoughts easily. She has a lot in her mind.
She’s tense and edgy. She reacts to every loud noise from the slam of a door to the scream of a toddler. Her eyes never stopped darting around.
She’s checking out everyone that comes near us a little too obviously.
I grabbed a bottle of wine from a shop before we hopped onto the cab to head over to Benson’s place.
Located in the heart of Bukit Timah, Benson’s place is a large bungalow with it’s own driveway leading up to the house itself.
The cab is not allowed to enter the driveway and we alighted at the main gate.
There is a guardhouse of sort by the entrance and a heavily tattoed man with the 1st 2 buttons of his shirt unbuttoned came out with a cigarette on his lips.
He took a look at YIling and gestured to me.
Yiling : He’s my boyfriend…. I already told sis I’m coming here for dinner… open the fucking door…
She is indeed as short tempered as the file says she is. Yiling made no attempt to hide her disgust for walking into that place.
The man smirked and took his time releasing the magnetic catch of a side gate for us.
We stepped into the compound of the house and I could see the nicely manicured lawn and landscaping. Hidden amongst the shrubs and bushes were black poles between 1.2M – 1.7m in height. Cameras were mounted on them. I could see they covered multiple angles, overlapping each other’s field of view.
Attempts were made to blend them in together with the landscaping.
A large water feature greeted up as we walked up the gentle slope towards the house. The gentle fall of water onto a shallow pebbled floor gave the entrance a peaceful feel.
Jeff: You ok… you’re wearing heels…
Yiling looked surprised as she turned to look at me.
Yiling : Oh… you noticed…. Hahah
Jeff : Of… of course…
Yiling : Are you checking me out ??
Jeff : no… no la… .no la… I’m just saying… looks painful…
Yiling : haha.. I’m fine…
As we got closer to the main door, I could see 2 other men loitering the entrance. My eyes immediately saw the scanner on one of the guy’s hand. Beyond that at the entrance foyer, I saw a smaller scale version of those security scanner you see at airport and checkpoints.
Well, the first attempt must have spooked him.
I kept up my pace towards the entrance and I could see the men lazing around. One of them asked the other for a light while the other just threw him his lighter.
Yiling’s pace changed and I could feel a difference in her speed.
She slowed down further when she saw the metal detector at the entrance.
Jeff : you ok ? ….. painful to walk in your heels ?
Yiling replied a little too quick as she bent down on the pretext of removing her left heel.
Yiling : Yes…yes…ouch… I can feel a blister coming….
Jeff : I got plaster in my bag…
I reached for the small compartment of my bag while Yiling bent down to massage her foot.
While rummaging through my bag, I saw Yiling discreetly reached into her purse and pull out a small dagger.
What the hell is she thinking ?
I heard the men at the entrance shout at us , wondering what we are up to and I turned.
Jeff : coming… coming… leg pain…. She wearing heels !...
I announced to the whole world as I bent down and offered Yiling a plaster.
She was no longer holding the dagger and I presumed she has thrown it into the bush beside us.
Yiling : Thank you… I think I’ll remove my heels…
Jeff : Oh…
Yiling adjusted her bag, linked arms with me on my right as she held onto the pair of heels on her right hand.
When we got to the entrance, the men waved for us to stop.
Yiling : need to go until this extent or not… you think checking into airport is it ??
The men ignored her jibe and did a cursory scan of her body. I followed every movement Yiling made and she’s pretty smooth. She raised her hands, holding onto her pair of heels above her head as the scanner ran along the side of her body.
She deliberately kept her heels out of the scanner’s way as she turned her body, changing hands to hold the pair of footwear.
When she could not avoid a direct scan of her heels, she dropped one when the hand held scanner got close, allowing the scan to go through the other side.
They gave her the all clear and motioned for her to enter the house.
Yiling picked up her heels and walked in, turned around and waited for me.
I put down my bag and cleared the manual scan on the 1st go.
The men gestured for me to put my bag on the scanning belt and I did as I was told. They took all our mobile phones as well.
Yiling placed her purse on the belt after me.
The moment my bag went through the scanner, it set off the alarm.
The guy resting on the chair who was staring at the screen in a disinterested manner suddenly stood up immediately and shouted for his friends.
The men came running in and started shouting at me while Yiling waited at the side of the portal. From the corner of my eye, I saw her push her heels pass the corner of the portal using her feet while all attention were on me.
Jeff : what… what…. What happened ? I didn’t do anything…
A chap with hair dyed blonde grabbed me by my shirt and dragged me towards the screen.
I saw the outline of a swiss army knife in my bag and I almost wanted to curse at Yiling.
She had thrown away the dagger but while I was not looking, she put that into my bag.
Blonde hair chap : what is this… what is this !!!
Jeff : I don’t know… I don’t know !!! I really don’t know… !!
Blonde hair chap : what the fuck you mean you don’t know…. Take it out… take it out !!!
His friend emptied my bag and together with my laptop, out falls a small swiss army knife.
Blonde hair chap : what is this… why do you need this for !!!
I looked around at the menacing faces and I tried to find the right words.
Jeff : I…. I don’t remember seeing that… i… I don’t know… maybe my colleague accidentally … accidentally….
I felt a spark of fire ignite in my belly as I got smacked in my face by the blondie. People are going to get hurt for this project. Perhaps more so than intended.
Jeff : owww…ouch… !! stop.. stop….
I held onto my cheek and Yiling finally came over to my rescue.
Yiling : What the fuck is your problem… it’s just a fucking swiss army knife… people use it for keychain all the time…. what’s the big issue…
YIling grabbed the knife from the belt and threw it at them.
Yiling : You want you take it la…. Don’t fucking waste our time !.... I’m here to see my sister !
Without giving the men a chance to react from this, Yiling held onto my hand and drag me barefoot across the portal.
The moment we were through, she slipped on her heels.
As her heels clicked across the marble floor of the house towards the grand staircase, I looked up and I could see someone looking down at us.
Dressed in a blue bathrobe adorned with Chinese dragons in gold thread, Benson looked like he walked out of a movie set that depicts Asian triads in the western countries. His eyes never left his sister in law.
He had a bottle of vodka in his right hand and I saw him take a large swig as Yiling held my hand and led me up the staircase.
Benson stood in the middle on Yiling’s path without a word.
I could smell the stench of alcohol from his breath as he looked at us.
Benson : what do we have here !!! hahaha… hi Yiling…. My favourite sister in law….and….. who is this…. Gentlemen beside you…. ??
Yiling : he’s my boyfriend…. I’m here to see my sister……
Benson : hahaha…. Bringing a boyfriend along now… hahah… are you afraid to be alone with me ? hahah…
Benson turned to look at me with his bloodshot eyes. His eyes traces the lines of my face to the bottom of my feet as he sized me up. He’s the same height as me but a lot fatter. He looked like he could lose a good 10kg.
He looked older than the photos I was shown too.
Benson : come….. my wife is breast feeding my son I think… come… come… I bring you to her…
We removed our shoes before stepping into Yvonne’s room.
Benson came over to me. He put his arms around my shoulder and squeeze the muscles beside my neck. I reacted the way he wanted me to. He’s insecure, unsure, and he has to flex his muscles just to reaffirm that he is in control.
Jeff : erhhh.. AHHHH!!
I bent down low as Benson gave my neck a good shake, laughing gleefully at my discomfort.
Benson : what’s your name brother ?? … what’s your name ??
Jeff : Jeff…. My name is Jeff…
Benson : Jeff… tell me …hahahah… have you seen a woman breast feed before ? hahaha.. haha….
Yiling grabbed my hand and pulled me away from Benson .
Yiling : leave him alone…
Yvonne’s room looked like an apartment on it’s own. We crossed the living area and head towards a room at the back.
It was quiet.
We stepped in and I could see Yvonne trying to put her child down to sleep. She looked tired. There were dark circles around her eyes and she gestured and beg us to stay back.
Benson : She’s paranoid about making noise… when the baby is trying to sleep.
I could see Yvonne on the verge of tears as Benson approached her.
Yvonne patted her son who was stirring and she threw a towel at Benson. I could see her gesturing in a irritated manner for him to get out and leave her alone.
The baby stirred and made some noise, Yvonne almost broke down as she patted the child, praying that he would finally take a nap.
Benson grinned and revealed how much of a bastard he is when he hugged onto Yvonne from behind.
She tried to worm her way out but he hugged onto her tightly form behind, pressing his nose onto her hair.
Benson looked at us.
He looked at Yiling.
His hands reached for the right breast of her wife.
I don’t know what the fuck he is trying to do.
Yvonne shook her head and tried to fight him but it was no use.
I felt the rush of blood to my cock when I saw Benson squeezed his wife’s breast.
My cock got hard like water rushing into a fire fighter’s hose when the valve is turned. My boxers got stretched as I watch Benson’s eyes undressing his sister in law’s body as a wet patch started to form on the outside of Yvonne’s silk night gown.
Benson squeeze harder and the patch grew.
He kept squeezing, and I could see Yvonne’s milk staining her nightgown as she cried silently while patting her child.
Without warning, Benson stopped squeezing and pulled his wife’s top against her lactating breast and the moisture immediately painted a picture of Yvonne’s engorged love pillow in front of me.
I’m seen some sick shit in my career but this one is beginning to top the cake.
I could see Yiling about to scream at Benson but she was afraid of scaring the child.
Benson pulled his wife’s hands away from the baby and using his body, nudged a sobbing and crying Yvonne away from the crib.
Benson : hahhaa….
I watched on in horror as he placed his large hand on the baby. He stroked the boy a couple of times. The way he looked at the boy, there was not a single ounce of affection.
He stroked the baby as if he was obliged to.
There was no longer a smile on his face as he looked up and spoke so soft that I had to strain my ears to hear what he says.
Benson : let’s have some ….. family bonding fun…. Before dinner…. Shall we ?