Operator 47 strode into Malcolm’s office. The mahogany wood on the walls complemented the cherry wood cabinets and bookcase. An antique rotary telephone sat on the massive oak desk, looking out of place with the laptop nearby. As he dropped the sizable folder on the desk, the phone rang.

“Operations center,” Operator 47 said as he picked up the phone.

“Where is Malcolm?” A gruff-sounding man with an Irish accent said.

“He’s out and about. Can I help you with something?”

“47?” the voice asked.

Here it comes.

As the lead operator, he must ensure that all new business is accounted for.

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“It is. Do you have new business or old?”

“Older business, it’s regarding Mindjevity.”

“I’m not cleared to comment on such projects, but I will ensure he gets the message.”

“Wait, you don’t even know who I am,” the man protested."

“The governor needs no introduction, sir.”

“Well, tell Malcolm to call me when he gets back.”

“Will do, sir,” Operator 47 said, hanging up the phone.

He knew all about Mindjevity, but it was wise not to let that knowledge circulate. Operator 47 opened the folder and reexamined its contents. A photo of a young Asian teen and a blond woman slipped out. He traced a finger over the Asian girl’s picture.

Soon, it will be time to activate your cellmate, little one.

Operator 47 smiled as he went back to his desk. It was time to check on his little side project. He signed into his computer, and six monitors lit up. With a click of the mouse and a few keystrokes, the blond girl’s cell came into view. She would be eighteen and transferred into an adult facility in a few months. He would need to move fast if his plan was to succeed. It was almost time for his special cocktail to be deployed.