Undercover and at-risk ||
Draco was working undercover in a large crime ring- trying to get enough evidence to take down the ring leader, who was destroying the town. He’d been under a while, and He’d lost contact with his handler. It was getting too hard to sneak away to talk to them, so he just was taking thorough notes, and keeping them in a safe in his apartment.
Things were going... alright, he’d done some shitty things since going under, like sleeping with some bad people to keep his cover. his knuckles were beat up, bruised, from their friendly fights and their escapades.
They were all sitting around in the garage, while smoking, and just fucking around. They had a plan that they were going to steal some shit, later that night- but right then, they were just fucking around. Draco licked his lip and nursed his drink, laughing at some shitty joke that Bruiser had said- when there was a flash bang.
The garage was raided, smoke went everywhere- things were crazy all at once- and Draco was pushed to the floor and handcuffed. He squirmed and cussed “get off me-” he hissed, thrashing. He had to stay in his role- he didnt know who was busting in on his role. his operation. He didnt know who was listening.