Undercover 

Group 1 

The room of the warehouse was dimly lit. There were men shouting as they gathered around the gambling table, placing their bets. Distantly, the clanking of glass bottles could be heard. I sat on a couch situated at the corner of the room, holding a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of beer in another. I was observed the scene before me when Jacob approached.
"Alfred called for you" Jacob said tersely.
"What is this about?"
Jacob looked around furtively and whispered, "I think it has to do with a batch of incoming goods. This is our chance." There was a moment of silence as both of us let the information sink in.
Then I walked towards the door at the other end of the room. It was guarded by two guards and they nodded in acknowledgement as I entered the office. Alfred sat casually behind a large mahogany table, stacked with neat piles of files. He was a stocky and clean-shaved man in his mid forties, dressed casually like the rest of the gang members. Yet, there was something about the way he carried himself that set him apart from the rest. The office seemed unnaturally silent as the guards shut the door behind me.
"Take a seat, Carlos." Alfred commanded.
"What do you need of me, Alfred?"
"There is an incoming batch of goods. I need you to oversee the transaction."
"Certainly, I'll be on standby."
I waited for three days before I received a text from Alfred, informing me the location and time of the drug trade.
Notify the police of the upcoming transaction. 
Wait for a better opportunity to notify the police.