****** All characters in this work of fiction are over the age of 18 and completely made up for my pleasure. ********
Mind wiping. It changed the spy business forever. CIA. FBI. KGB. Whatever. Once the technology was in place, anyone could be a spy.
High school dropout. Homeless guy on the street. Hell, even your damn grandma.
Just as long as you could put yourself in the right place at the right time. Get the intel and get the hell outta there.
Later, they’d just wipe out specific parts of your memory, flush whatever you’d learned out of your brain. Gone were the days where spies were assassinated for knowing too much. At the end of the job, no one knew anything except for those who needed to know.
Of course, this changed police work too. Undercover jobs were pretty much all freelanced out to civilians who would get the intel for a competitive price, then forget everything.
And that’s how I found myself at Cisco’s Bath Parlor. I was replacing a guy whose identity had been compromised. Apparently, there was a pretty big drug ring going on here behind the scenes, and it was my job to get names and fast before the operation relocated.