Prologue
She's A Secret Agent
By Kiths L. Napao
A secret agent, FBI's stunningly gorgeous, seemingly innocent Secret Agent Violet.
Call her spooks. Sleuths. Femme fatale. Few figures are as compelling as a female spy.
She's unthinkably brave, valiant, and strong. She does things most of us can't even imagine.
Special Agent Violet is a well-known sociopath. She's married to her work and not really into relationships.
But what if SA Violet meets the charming, handsome, unadorned son of a very well-known and rich businessman that she saved from the most wanted fugitive of the FBI? But what about Agent Eric?
Who will she choose?... Will they melt her icy cold heart?
Unpolished. Unkempt. Unleashed. Undercover.
By Kiths L. Napao
A secret agent, FBI's stunningly gorgeous, seemingly innocent Secret Agent Violet.
Call her spooks. Sleuths. Femme fatale. Few figures are as compelling as a female spy.
She's unthinkably brave, valiant, and strong. She does things most of us can't even imagine.
Special Agent Violet is a well-known sociopath. She's married to her work and not really into relationships.
But what if SA Violet meets the charming, handsome, unadorned son of a very well-known and rich businessman that she saved from the most wanted fugitive of the FBI? But what about Agent Eric?
Who will she choose?... Will they melt her icy cold heart?
Unpolished. Unkempt. Unleashed. Undercover.
January 20, 2020
Richland County, South Carolina
Secret Agent Violet, age twenty-six, was sat in a café gorging on a cinnamon crunch bagel beside a latte. She held a book with a built-in camera behind and a small screen inside the book focused on a mid-50's man sitting two tables away from her. Ronaldo Peige- a Mexican-American businessman, imperturbably settled on a single-seater sofa waiting for his client while sipping his Black Eye coffee.
Standing beside him are two tall men in black suits and shades.
"Excuse me, Sir. I think it's Mr. Damon approaching." Said the other guy in a black suit.
Peige signaled the man in Black Travel Suit. He raised his right hand, the man promptly walks towards them. And suddenly, the man pointed a gun at Peige and the two men raised their guns focused on the guy, supposedly named Mr. Damon.
People inside the café were panicking, startled, and scared. Until the other men in black leather suit are coming from the glass door of the café.
"Put your guns down, or else..." said Damon in an accent.
Sternly looking, Violet gives a signal to her partner, Special Agent Eric.
At the back of the café...
"Roll! Roll! Roll!" said SA Eric. After receiving the signal, Violet gave him.
Armed men are sprawled all over the café. Violet, on the other side, makes her way to the man who pointed a gun at Peige. She stops behind the man. Damon noticed her.
"Привет, мисси. (Hey there, Missy.)" says Damon.
A single deafening roar from her man's assault rifle punctuated her call like an exclamation point. A familiar, smug face came up from behind a box in the western corner. Though the sound had startled her, Violet smiled as she pulled her sunglasses down and locked eyes with the target.
Violet raised the cock of a gun to make it ready for firing. Damon ducked back behind his cover at the time Violet had lifted her arm to fire. The 9mm pistol sounded weak following a rifle like that.
"Never mess with an agent in a dress." Said Violet and she smirks at Damon.
You're an agent?" Peige was astonished. Instead of answering Peige's question, she gave him a sly grin.
"Step out from behind the box," she said. "Let me kill you quickly."
"Now I have a machine gun! Ho, ho, ho!" shouts Damon and fires.
"Go ahead. Make my day." Smirks Violet.
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To be continued...
