Surprisingly, Bob was staying or hiding, if you could call his behavior hiding, inside a house in a rather okayish neighborhood. Obviously, the house did not really belong to him, but rather to a family of 4.
Usually, that would have been extrely concerning. The only reason I did not imdiately storm the place, aside from the need to stay inconspicuous, was the note/reminder on Bob's file.
It stated that, thankfully, the couple had already gone on a vacation with their little daughter and their baby boy before Bob decided to squat inside their house, so the family was safe.
Anyway, I made it to the neighborhood and began scouting out the area around the house Bob was staying in. Once I got a picture of the place, I began my stakeout. I kept an eye on the area by settling on the roof of the highest building I could find and began waiting for the appearance of a delivery boy.
It took close to two hours, but finally, sothing that looked like it could be a delivery car made an appearance. I quickly headed toward it and intercepted the car while it was still close to a kiloter from Bob's hideout. Well, I say intercepted, but I did not jump in from of the car to stop it but rather gave a ntal command to stop the car beside the sidewalk.
While it could be considered abusing my psychic abilities, I was on a mission, and I was not hurting him so I felt justified in using all the ans I had at hand. I first made sure that this was actually the delivery guy I had been waiting for, and thankfully that was the case.
Luckily, he did not have a uniform or sothing like that, so I did not have to change into anything to take his place. To that end, we entered his car, and he drove until we were about 80 ters away from the house before he stopped once more.
I then asked/ordered him to silently wait in the car until I was back before getting out and moving to the trunk of the car. I then took the biggest delivery bag I had ever seen. Frankly, I could not help my surprise and checked why the bag was so big. Well, the size was justified considering that there were 4 boxes of family pizzas inside.
Honestly, I was a bit surprised that a regular person could eat that much, but the head in the picture did look rather pudgy so I guess Bob had earned his fat. I an, I could easily eat 4 family pizzas, but I, or rather my body was capable of working through it as well.
Seeing that Bob was most likely fat, it seed his body could not do the sa, and he was too lazy to burn off the normal way. Still, I was not planning to play health guru to a criminal I was investigating, so Bob could eat himself until he had to Rollout to move around for all I cared. The good thing was that I could use the pizzas as an excuse to "help" him carry them inside to gain more ti to do my thing.
Regardless, I took the bag, and the receipt, before I walked toward the house. I rang the bell and it did not take long for the door to open. I imdiately recognized Bob, but I had a role to play for now, so I acted oblivious.
"I have 4 family pizzas here for a Mr. Bob," I said routinely, and he nodded eagerly. "That's ," he confird. "Great," he returned with a smile before looking at the receipt.
"That makes 95 Poke for everything," I quoted the price on the paper. "Here, keep the change," Bob actually paid without any fuss. In fact, he even gave a 5 Poke tip.
Regardless, during this exchange I had my other two thought streams do their thing, and while the mind-reading one was only getting thoughts about the pizzas he was going to enjoy, the mory-reading one was seeing things I did not like at all. I definitely had to be more thorough while checking his mind, so I needed more ti to work.
"Should I carry the pizza to the kitchen," I offered, but sadly it seems that Bob was not too stupid. "No, it's fine I can do it myself," he declined the offer. Unfortunately for him, I couldn't have that, so I repeated the offer, but this ti I gave an additional ntal push for him to accept it.
"Are you sure? I don't mind doing it. The later the pizza leaves the bag longer it will stay warm," I followed up and due to the push, he ended up accepting.
Well, after stepping inside I understood why he initially refused the offer. I could see family photos hanging on the walls of the hallway, and they all depicted the family of four that was away. Seeing sothing like this would usually arouse suspicion, so it was only normal that Bob had said no at first.
I gave him a ntal nudge so that he ignored that since I did not want him to think or worry about his decision to invite in. Honestly, if it was soone else I might have hesitated with the additional liberal use of psychic powers, but what I, or rather thought stream no.3 was seeing, was angering enough to ignore it. The more I saw the more I began to dig through and the angrier I got as a result.
Honestly, if not for my strong will and control, I would have probably already attacked him out of anger. By the ti we arrived at the kitchen, I stopped going through Bob's criminal past since I had seen/found enough to justify his death multiple tis over.
Unlike with lissa, I did not like what I saw in Bob's head at all. Not only was Bob a repeated sexual offender but he had also killed his fair share of people. Honestly, I was absolutely sure that death was too good for Bob. It was too quick, he had to suffer a bit before he was allowed to leave this life behind.
This was an individual that seed to enjoy torturing Pokemon to break them so that their organization could sell them as well along with the ones they were sent from the eastern continent. Besides, not only did he torture them, but he also killed so whenever he tortured them a tad too much since he felt that healing them was not worth it.
Actually, killing them could be considered a kind of rcy, but that was definitely not why he did it. As if all that was not enough, Bob's plan for the imdiate future was infuriating to the extre. This son of a Muk was hoping the family would return while he was still here so that he could have his fun with them.
He had a very graphic and vivid imagination of what he was going to do if he got the chance, and I could say with absolute certainty that this guy was a psycho, a lost cause, soone that deserved death and so much more.
Honestly, what I saw made feel really disgusted and angry, but I couldn't punish Bob right now, so I decided to leave him a present instead. I had my second thought stream (TS) turn all its focus on mind-freezing Bob so that he was essentially "frozen" in ti until the mont my second TS stopped doing that.
Once he was frozen, I took my ti to ss with his head and in extension with his body as well. I ensured that Bob would get more and more impotent within the next few weeks until his junk beca useless aside from pissing. I left that ability intact since I did not want him to die just because the could not empty his bladder.
I also planted a delayed nightmare loop inside his head that would trigger in two weeks that would play whenever he went to sleep. The nightmare would show him his victims and tornt him with his fears and various scenarios until he felt genuine remorse for all of his criminal actions.
Well, I did not know if that was possible in the first place or if he would even hold out long enough for that, but we would have to leave that up to fate. After I had arranged all that, I decided to add a failsafe into his mind in case the family returned before he got taken care of.
If that happened, a subconscious command would trigger which would make him believe that he did not want to cause a scene and get so negative attention, which will result in him moving to another place to hide. I also made sure he would not hurt anybody during the shift if it ca down to it.
Since this was the first ti I had done such extensive work with my advanced telepathy and its related abilities, doing all that stuff took quite so ti, close to 15 minutes actually, which in the ntal space was a lot longer, thought processes worked much, much faster than regular actions after all.
Regardless, once I was done setting everything up, I focused on the actual reason I ca here in the first place. Unlike lissa, Bob was an active and enthusiastic mber of the smuggling ring, so he knew a lot of the other grunts and pretty much all of the lower-ranked team leaders, which the ones that had escaped happened to be.
Good for , bad for them was that Bob had a pretty good idea where quite a few of those grunts and team leaders were hiding. He also had a decent idea where so of the others might have run off to, so the list of nas and locations I got from Bob was much more extensive than the one I got from lissa.
From that angle, the discomfort I felt after seeing what was going on inside Bob's head was definitely worth it, but I still detested that I had to see all that. It was undoubtedly the most unpleasant experience I had in my entire life so far.
Anyway, after I had everything I needed, I made sure that there were no problems, including adjusting ti-related mories to solve the 20ish minutes he just lost, before I allowed the second TS to unfreeze Bob.
"Alright, here's fine thank you," he said while pointing at the kitchen table. "Sure," I returned and pulled out the still-hot pizzas from the delivery bag. I threw Bob a look after that and seeing that he had no plans to give any additional tip, I left, bag in hand.
However, before I walked out the door, I did a final mory adjustnt that changed the mory he had of my current looks with that of the delivery guy waiting for in the car. I then went back to said car, placed the bag back in its place, and gave the 100 Poke to the delivery guy.
Unfortunately, I had to ss with his mories for a bit as well. Thankfully, it was not much. He just believed that he had successfully delivered the pizzas, and he did not rember my appearance at all. As far as he was concerned, he ca here, delivered 4 pizzas to a rather overweight guy, and left.
Well, I did place 500 Poke worth of bills in his jacket's inner pocket in return for his unwitting help. Once he found the money, he would believe that he put it there so ti ago but forgot about it.
I could have given him more, but he was a regular civilian, so 500 Poke was already a pretty decent amount for him. Any more and it would have been really unbelievable for him to forget about it. Honestly, 500 Poke was already stretching it a bit, but I would have felt bad if I had given him anything lower than that.
Anyway, with the delivery guy handled as well, I was done here, and I had to say I had done a great job. I was pretty great at this whole undercover agent/spy thing if I had to say so myself, even if I did not like the darker aspects I got to see inside Bob's mind.
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