Gary’s nametag glinted bright in the fluorescent light as he walked through the  door. His smile spoke of innocence , but his eyes flitted to and fro suspiciously, for anyone willing to look too close. 
     No one took notice of this though, everyone concentrating closely on their particular task at hand. Each cog, regardless of disparity in intelligence, performed each minute task in a fluid manner, keeping the larger machine functioning smoothly. A new component to the machine that was this particular Wendy’s ®  made no difference to its individual elements. So his presence was mostly ignored, even by the establishment’s upper management. 
If anyone had bothered to pay attention, they would have noticed that on the roster, there was no Gary employed. Actually, out of some statistical anomaly, this particular branch had never employed anyone named ‘Gary’ at all. But this man walked calmly, without hesitation, to the back of the store, greeting anyone whose gaze happened to meet his. 
Unimpeded, Gary entered the manager’s office, and sat down in the only comfortable chair in the building. Sliding the week’s schedule from its protective display case, mounted conveniently on the door of the office, he began to copy down the schedule for the coming week. To any onlookers, this was simply a new employee making sure he did not miss a training shift, dutifully recording the times he should arrive. To another trained sleeper, this was a transparent foundation for sabotage. 

Bill knew from the second the door swung open, Gary was under a rival’s employ. He rubbed the yellow- arched good luck charm he kept in his pocket as the imposter walked in, his disguise as thin as his smile. “This stake has been claimed”, Bill thought to himself, watching the obvious rookie stride immediately to the office. He made his move too quickly, and too conspicuously. He had been here for 6 months, keeping a meticulous record of all of the store’s methods, each of its procedures, and this cowboy thinks he can just stroll right to the brain of the operation? His synapses fired to form a plan as he saw the intruding spy plug a usb into the stores main computer, his off hand distractedly scrawling. Filling a small paper cup full of water, Bill walked briskly to the back of the store. Tom only let his eyes flick up for a moment as he filled out temperature log’s near the fry station. He had been keeping tabs on Bill for months, and had never seen him move so deliberately. 2 years he’d been embedded in this place for the queen, and he’d seen several other agents come and go, but Bill had always kept a calm head. Some days Tom wondered if he’d misjudged him; maybe Bill had been a regular employee all along. But his current gait exposed him, his movement too passionate for his environment. No one moved with purpose in the fast food industry. But just as Tom began to shift his focus from Bill back to the floor, he noticed that many other employees in fact were taking note of the activity in the office, though in an almost imperceptible way. The hair on his neck rose as he slowly realized that he and Bill were not alone. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he looked from crew member to crew member, suddenly noticing their strong posture, and remembering their tireless work ethic. “Who would work that hard in a place like this?” He thought frantically, “and why have I never noticed?” His enemies tensed around him. Moments before the previous trust exploded into violence, Tom thought forlornly. “I have been a fool.”