Cruel magician

“On that day, 3 men were sent to the tracks. All are heavily trained and have years of experience.
On their position, a large grass field filled with weeds in all directions, a bridge connecting the tracks to a nearby tunnel. The officers were patiently waiting for the arranged drop to happen.

Only a few hours prior, some handshakes happened on the globe. Obviously, with such power, they could oversee anything happening and read all the messages being sent from anyone currently on the globe. If anything, this was to be a sure hit. They hit their quota, and get some time off if they are lucky to score a gunfight and everyone in the unit is happy.

And so they patiently waited…

From the weeds, approaching their position, some shadowy figure of the night. The men put on their gear and read it closely. A woman with golden hair, a bandana across the face, and a face tattoo across the forehead. Simply reads “Monster.”

They waited for the other party, but this was more than suspicious… The woman was getting closer and closer and the group hadn’t thought out what their next move was, so they crawled through the grass some 10 meters away and continued to observe.
Then, out of nowhere, a train appeared from the tunnel. The group radioed back to the station, asking about the anomaly and how this could even be possible. They were informed no trains are to pass through here till morning. But this one did, and it stopped right next to them. The group quickly turns off their radio, gets in combat position, and watches as 2 formally dressed men leave the ghost train.
2:34 A.M. … 2 parties have now seen each other and are heading to one another.
2:35 A.M…. One of the men lights up a marijuana cigar as they talk with the woman.
2:36 A.M…. The man gives his cigar to his partner, his partner proceeds to take 3 hits and pass it to the woman. The woman smokes it as well.
2:38 A.M…. They finish the cigar, the men hand the briefcase to the woman. She immediately starts to run. The train starts and the men run to it.
The group springs into action, catching both of them in the act and subduing them with minimal effort. The men are well-spoken and completely compliant to their arrest. One of the men from the group searches them and finds a written note in the pocket of the men. It reads in red ink:
Have faith in the Monster girl. She is trustworthy.
What came of that woman was never really understood. The position she had was tough to get to, and shooting at her wasn’t in the rules of engagement. Their central told them to let her go, so they did, thinking it was easier to find her on the street. But they never did. She simply left the weeds, was never seen by a patrol around the entrance, and no one reported they had seen the woman with the tattoo across the forehead ever again.
It was truly stupid of them to let her go, but the initial idea was to arrest the 2 men from the start. They, however, were cooperating from the time they were arrested. On the question “What were you doing on the tracks?” one of them responded “Testing your response time” while the other said “Feeling ya out”
This was maybe the biggest shock to the force in the years I have been here. Monster Girl was never even seen after that, and the 2 men simply didn’t do anything wrong. That is the strange day we met the Monster you are looking for. “