Chapter #3Undercover Baby: The Assignment by: kranz   Undercover Baby: The Assignment
I sat in the cold, clinical office of the Ministry of Children, Welfare, and Social Services, trying to keep my face neutral as my supervisor, Lydia Martinez, slid a thick file across the desk. My fingers, small and childlike, hesitated before picking it up. I had done this before—gone undercover as a baby to infiltrate daycare centers, unlicensed foster homes, and shady nurseries. My size made me the perfect agent for the job. But as I skimmed the file, a deep unease settled in my stomach.
Six months.
This wasn’t a short-term investigation where I’d spend a few weeks getting fed mashed peas and being tucked into a crib while gathering intel. This was half a year of being fully immersed—every day, every night, every moment—acting like an actual infant. No breaks. No stepping out of character. No secret midnight emails or whispered phone calls.
Lydia’s voice was calm but firm. "The Holloways run a private foster home under the guise of a philanthropic program. On paper, they take in abandoned infants and prepare them for ‘elite’ adoption placements. The problem? Something's wrong with the kids who leave their care. We’ve had reports that they come out… different. Subdued. Obedient to an unsettling degree. But no one has ever been able to prove why. We need someone on the inside."
I clenched my jaw, trying to ignore the cold sweat creeping down my back. I’d been put in cribs before, been spoon-fed, been coddled and cooed at by overenthusiastic foster mothers. But I had always known I could leave. This time, I would be trapped. Six months of being dressed, bathed, and handled like I wasn’t an adult woman with a career, but a helpless baby.
Lydia must have seen the hesitation in my face. She leaned forward. "This will be the longest mission you've ever done. There will be no slip-ups. You’ll need to be silent. Non-verbal. You can’t react if something humiliating happens. You can’t show discomfort if they treat you like an actual baby—because to them, you are one."
I swallowed hard. My mind raced with the worst-case scenarios. What if they monitored me constantly? What if I was kept in a nursery 24/7, with no privacy? What if I got sick and had to be taken to a doctor? I had control in my past missions, always knowing I could call for extraction if something went south. But this? This was total immersion. A baby didn’t get a choice.
"You don’t have to take this one," Lydia said suddenly, softer than before. "We can find another way."
I closed my eyes for a second. Six months. It was terrifying, but if something sinister was happening in that house, real babies were living through it—with no way out. I had a choice. They didn’t.
When I opened my eyes, I forced myself to nod. "I’ll do it."
Lydia sighed, handing me a small envelope. "Your new identity—Olivia. You’ll be ‘adopted’ through a black-market ring we’ve been tracking. Everything is in place. Once you’re in, we’ll have no contact until the mission ends."
I gripped the envelope tightly. Six months.
I had no idea what I was about to step into. But I knew one thing—by the time this was over, I might never see myself the same way again.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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