Chapter 1
1.’How ‘bout a two in one’
Director’s POV-
“Good Evening Director.” He held out his hand for the Director to shake. “Good Evening to you too. I expect you have something to show me, Harley?” The Director questioned his most trusted man in the agency.
“Yes sir. It’s about the new team. I had a few people in mind.” He gestured to his laptop that sat on his desk, “It’s a live recording of a mission.”
As the he sat down, he caught a glimpse of who was in this footage. It was of a small Latina woman, her black hair tied in a loose ponytail. She was wearing a black top with a scarf looped around her neck and black jeans shoved under her black boots. Looking closer, it dawned upon him.
“Is that, Agent-” In turn to his question he got a simple nod from Agent Harley.
The recording started. The woman was walking around a large market. She shoved and pushed around the crowded roads, trying to get to her destination quicker.
She blended in with the masses of people. If he wasn’t keeping a constant eye on her, he wouldn’t have known she was even there.
She slipped through the allies and roads. She tightened the scarf around her neck, still walking at a steady pace.
She walked to an open street leading to a small motel. People were already standing in the lobby. All of them were wearing black and stoic expressions on their face.
She stepped inside the hotel and all heads snapped to her direction. She gave a voluntary nod and started walking to the elevators. She was almost there when a man put his arm out in front of her to stop her.
“I’m sorry little miss, but you can’t go up without a proper search,” he grunted out the last part in his deep, scruffy voice.
She glared at the hand that was now on her shoulder, restraining her from moving forward. Finally she took a deep breath and turned around, gesturing with her hands to check her. “Make it quick.”
They checked her, patting down her clothes from top to bottom, checking for anything. They found a can of pepper spray in her pocket and a pocket knife in another one. The man eyed her suspiciously, waiting for an answer.
“Bad neighborhood,” she said with a shrug.
The man gave her a nod and continued his search. The man, then made her take of her boots and show it to him, when nothing could be found they let her go.
“There is a drug deal happening on the top floor.” Agent Harley informed him, “that’s her mission, to bust it.”
“I know she’s a good agent, Harley. But she doesn’t even have a weapon or backup…”
The elevator dinged as she got out of it. She started pulling at the left side of her scarf undoing the loop. She stepped up to a door checked the room number and pressed the buzzer.
The Director gestured at the scarf, “the only remotely possible weapon -or object- she has is that scarf.”
The brief clicking of the locks could be heard as the door flung open and the woman wrapped the scarf around the opener’s neck and twisted it, cracking it and leaving him drop to the floor.
A light smile appeared on Agent Harley’s lips, “And that’s all she needs.”
Bending down to the fallen man on the floor, the woman picked up his gun that had fallen limp in his hand. She shot the other three people present in the room. She did not even flinch when they fell, blood seeping out of the holes just made in their body. The woman bent down and checked each of their pulses.
She stopped by the third person when she felt him breathing. She simply stood at her full height and stomped on his skull with her heel boots, smashing his skull.
“Well that was just too ridiculously easy. Why couldn’t Harvey give it to Kessler?” She questioned herself as bent down to check his pulse.
Satisfied with all of them dead she proceeded to collect the brief cases on the table.
Agent Harley closed the laptop and turned to face the Director, “so, what do you think sir?” He asked already knowing the answer.
“Deaton’s in,” after a moment of thought he added, “how many more do we need?”
“Considering we already have; Agents; Harvey, Santiago, Davidson and Deaton- uh, two more.” He answered.
“And what would their field be?” The Director asked, rubbing his forehead.
“Someone that is good with their hands; and someone good with computers.” He replied instantly.
The Director smiled a knowing smile and muttered something like ‘this may be risky’ then took a deep breath and continued,
“How ’bout, a two in one? Because I may just have someone in mind.”
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