At 22 years old I got assigned my first task with the FBI I was to infiltrate a dangerous gang that has had the FBI's interest for years. I was successful in gaining their trust at first, letting me into their home and play in their nightly games of monopoly as they talked about their plans. Soon though, I was starting to become aware of their growing suspicion of me. For my own protection, I decided to leave, but not before first planting a bug into the dice of their monopoly board so I could at least continue to monitor their conversations. Over the years I continued to listen, hoping for anything I could use to take them down. But year after year, nothing concrete was useable. It's been 23 years since my assignment began, and I've now been spending most my life living in a gangster's pair of dice.