The Mole

"Okay, sir…I accept the assignment and I’ll give it my best," I responded to Lt. Person. Well, I had to say something, and judging from the looks I was getting, this is the response they expected to hear.
Handshakes finalized the offer and arrangements for the transfer were started.
I proceeded back to my routine duties and finished an uneventful day. I had a feeling the boredom was to end.

The following day, Lt. Person and I met for a briefing of the new assignment in a very secure office in the street crimes and narcotics section of the Criminal Division. We quickly dispensed with formalities of rank and titles so it was just Bruce and Tim thereafter, a liberty not usually allowed during working hours according to department policy but this was a special operations group and they were allowed a wide latitude. After a commitment of total confidentially, Bruce began the briefing.
"Tim, what we’re going to do is shut down a large upscale fencing operation dealing in stolen art objects. We know where it is occurring and what they’re doing, but we don’t know is exactly how and by whom. We need to put someone on the inside, a Mole. What’s unique here is that they’re running it from a nightclub. We need someone to work there."
"So why don’t you use a female officer to work as a barmaid or waitress? She could cozy up to everyone and become privy to all kinds of information. Sounds simple." That was my contribution to solve all their problems. Like I was an instant expert without any background information.

"Ah well, you see, it’s not your typical club. Actually, it’s a gay and transgender bar. Straight females aren’t exactly favored there. So it’s not that simple."
I saw it coming and interrupted, "Hey Bruce! Wait a minute…I’m not gay nor transgendered. Why was I selected for this assignment?"
"Oh, I’m not saying you are, but that wouldn’t matter anyway.