Commissioner's Office Interlude – The Plan's Afoot (Secret Society Episode 1)

Commissioner's Office Interlude – The Plan's Afoot (Secret Society Episode 1)

The dimly lit small café in Toronto is the perfect hideaway for clandestine meetings. Nestled in a quiet corner of the city, it had become a reliable sanctuary for Ms. Sweetins and Bernard. It was here, in a cozy back room—exclusively reserved by café owner Jim Morton—that the secret society gathered once more.

Tonight, they were joined by three very special recruits:

• Tilda Thimblewhistle, tiny but fierce, her spine impossibly straight, bun wound so tightly it could probably deflect bullets.

• Buttons the Butler Elf, only now he was different—gone was the bumbling elf. Instead, he sat tall and poised, his blazer crisp over a casual sweater, exuding controlled confidence.

• Wink the Gnome, always sharp-eyed, wearing his trademark bowler hat, scribbling tiny notes in glowing ink—his mind racing at least 100 ideas per second.

They sat around a table, enjoying their teas and coffees, while piles of documents and files sat between them—plans, discoveries, secrets waiting to unfold.

The Secret Society

Setting the Stage

Ms. Sweetins leaned forward, addressing the table. “I want to commend you all on how well you performed during the interviews. With Tilda now inside the office, she will be keeping a watchful eye on Cratchit and Scrooge.”

Tilda gave a stern, knowing smile, reaching into her clipboard and pulling out a crisp sheet of paper.

“Actually,” Tilda said, handing it to Ms. Sweetins, “I already found something rather… interesting.”

Ms. Sweetins took the document, reading aloud under her breath, “Chill Factor… General Manager… Very interesting…”

She handed the paper to Bernard, who scanned the details and frowned. “This is quite the development. We will need to watch this very closely.”

Ms. Sweetins nodded, turning back to Tilda. “Thank you, Tilda. Keep monitoring everything that happens in the office—especially Scrooge. He’s slippery, and I have no doubt he’s planning something.”

Tilda gave a curt nod, lips pursed. “Consider it done.”

Mission Assignments

Ms. Sweetins turned her attention to Agent Buckle—formerly known as Buttons the Butler Elf, though his transformation was startling. Gone was the shaky awkwardness—now, he carried himself with the suave sophistication of a seasoned operative.

“Agent Buckle, your ‘Buttons’ persona was spectacular.”

He grinned in a way that could charm or unnerve, depending on how much he meant it. “It was my pleasure, Ms. Sweetins. How can I assist further?”

She handed him a file, sliding it across the table like it contained nuclear launch codes.

“Buckle, I need you to locate this person and have them come meet me. Here is their last known location. They will be very difficult to find, and even harder to convince to come here. When you find them, give them this letter.”

Agent Buckle took the nondescript envelope, tucking it smoothly into his jacket’s inside pocket. “It will be my pleasure, Ms. Sweetins. There is nowhere anyone can hide from my keen senses.”

Bernard raised an eyebrow at Buckle’s confidence but chose not to question it.

The Enclave & The Doctor

Ms. Sweetins turned next to Wink the Gnome, who was already halfway through sketching out an elaborate thought map on his notebook, his mind moving at the speed of light.

“Wink, how goes your work with the Hunter’s Enclave?”

Wink snapped to attention, blinking rapidly, adjusting his hat. “It’s going well! I’ve been helping Robbie track down The Doctor using my super-duper ultra-enhanced locating device—patent pending, of course!”

Ms. Sweetins sighed gently, knowing Wink was about to spiral into details she didn’t need.

“Did you know Robbie has been with the Enclave for over twenty years?”

Ms. Sweetins gave him a sharp look. “Wink, darling—focus.”

Wink froze, blinking again, nodding rapidly. “Right, yes—sorry, sorry! Long story short: The Enclave is very close to discovering what The Doctor has been up to.”

Ms. Sweetins smiled, satisfied. “Thank you for the update, Wink. Keep assisting our friends.”

Dark Dominion & Hidden Threats

Bernard cleared his throat. “Speaking of our friends, Victoria is using her connections in the wrestling world to track down information about Count Vlad. Most don't want to say anything about him.”

Ms. Sweetins tapped her fingers against the table thoughtfully. “Vlad is a master of deception. We mustn’t underestimate him.”

Bernard nodded. “Victoria is also investigating Jacques Renaud, but it’s proving more difficult than expected.”

Ms. Sweetins exhaled. “Yes… Scrooge and Vlad are very crafty. We must tread carefully.”

Private Matters

With the new recruits dismissed, Bernard and Ms. Sweetins sat alone, the mood shifting to something far heavier.

Bernard sighed deeply, rubbing his eyes. “Sweetins… I worry we may be getting in over our heads.”

Ms. Sweetins remained firm, her voice calm but unwavering. “We must move cautiously. But if we do nothing, Bernard, we will lose the NPCW.”

Bernard nodded reluctantly, eyes dark with concern. “True… True.”

Ms. Sweetins softened, changing gears. “How is Santa doing?”

Bernard leaned forward, folding his hands. “He’s healing well. Hopefully back sooner rather than later. But he’s deeply concerned about The Yeti.”

Ms. Sweetins lifted a brow. “The Yeti?”

Bernard nodded grimly. “He’s not the same as before. When he was in NPCW, he was fierce but manageable. But now? He’s vicious. Stronger. Different. The Dark Dominion influence has twisted him into something more dangerous.”

Ms. Sweetins frowned deeply, writing something in her notebook. “That’s concerning. More reason we get to the bottom of all this.”

Bernard sighed again, rubbing his temples. “And there’s one more issue—Grinch Heyman.”

Ms. Sweetins leaned in slightly. “What about him?”

Bernard grimaced. “We don’t know exactly what he’s up to… but he’s been making overtures toward Rudolph and the Blonde Bombshells. We must keep a close watch.”

Ms. Sweetins pursed her lips, writing another note. “Agreed. There’s more at play here than meets the eye.”

She exhaled, closing her notebook with finality, her voice quiet yet resolute.

“Whatever happens next, Bernard—we cannot afford to fail.”

Bernard silently agreed, as the room faded to black…