Forcing my hand
It would appear that we have less time than we thought. Cassandra’s brother’s gang have a rival operating in the area. Somehow they’ve found out about the drugs. I can only assume it’s through one of the many hanger-ons that the gang have who were getting jealous. They’ve even found out where the drugs have been stored.
We’ve got about 48 hours before someone raids the house. That means I’ve got about 48 hours to find someone in that gang who has something left of their conscience. Which means I’ve been spending the night searching through page after page of reports on the current members of the gang. Once I’ve found a member or two who would be suitable, I’ve got to dig up their old case workers (thank god none of them are mine), and find out how to influence them into doing the burglary.
We’ve got to push these guys into performing the burglary so that someone more ruthless doesn’t do it. It’s a dangerous strategy, but it’s the only one we’ve got.
Like I said, we’ve got 48 hours, and that’s precious little time to work out a plan that will perform the joint tasks of protecting the moral standards of our clients, ensuring that no-one who is good comes to much harm and giving key actors a moral education.
No-one ever claimed this was an easy job, but this is ridiculous.