Walking in the shades of grey,
I have infiltrated the syndicates,
the elusive criminals of today
to study the games they played.

At times, my credibility is doubted
when fellows officers think I've swayed.
At times my loyalty is questioned
but my chief knows I will not stray.

For I have ended the reign of crimelords
with the evidence I have gathered
the scums thinking they're mortal gods,
trashed into a world of hurt.

The last to fall is an arms dealer
who calls himself Black Jack.
I played my role for two years
before I turned him into a wreck.

He sees the police as mere fools
that he can outsmart them anytime
while I've been playing him for a fool,
waiting for the right time.

Last night I messed up his new deal
when I led the team to the warehouse
where he met with a client named Anil
whose face reminds me of a mouse.

They tried to flee through the backdoor
but my friends were already waiting.
I hit Jack's head and he fell to the floor
and my team-mates pounced on him.

My chief approved my leave one week
and I planned to visit Bali
but a phone call from Grace The Psychic
changed the path of Destiny.