God is in the details. Not just in small things, but in the big ones too. For example take the situation I am in now.
I am in a medium expensive, off the rack suit, with a black leather belt which at the moment was holding a holster, badge and a handcuff case. The badge was of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, which was perfect but hadn’t been issued by the Bureau nor the Department of Justice. The holster was the same type used by agents as the Glock in it was a Model 23 as they used. Normally the impersonation of a federal agent was a serious crime, but it wasn’t the only crime I would be committing tonight.
I went into the barn and collected the rest of the gear for tonight; A set of leg irons and a belly chain, evidence bags of various size and a large duffle bag. The duffle was mainly stuffed with paper to give it proper shape. It was of the type used by agents to hold various things kept in the trunk of the Bureau motor pool.
The car was a Dodge Charger with the correct Federal plates, or at least very good knock offs thereof. I pulled on a mask that transformed me into the twin of Special Agent Nick Jones. He was a newly graduated agent in the office in the state capitol’s FBI Field Office. He was currently settling into the job. I had studied him closely as I could and could impersonate him well enough. From a clerk in the federal court I had gotten a few blank warrants and a few examples of the usual FBI records. With those I had ginned up the paperwork for tonight.
As I sat in the Charger’s driver’s seat I set the paperwork on the passenger seat then started the car. It was a five hours to the college from my property. The drive back would be longer and more complicated I had two stops along the way back.
At about four that evening I pulled into the parking lot of the university nearest the campus police headquarters. While I could have avoided them I wanted their help and to make sure that they knew that the last person to be seen with Janet Smith was a federal agent.
It took several minutes to go over the procedures with the cops and I conducted myself in a slightly arrogant and somewhat patronizing manner. The cops finally got to the point where they were convinced that I was really who I claimed to be, aided by all the paperwork and a call to a phone I had setup with a little toy. I knew that the phone companies had certain ways to spoof the phone system and used these tricks. Thus the actual number dialed was not the number the call connected to. The toy I had connected to was a very good computer and voice synthesizer and AI. The necessary preliminaries taken care of I walked out of the office accompanied by two officers of the campus police.