Agent, Secrets: Book 1(WILL EDIT SOON UNTIL THEN NO READING DIS PLEASE)

Prologue: Chapter 1

 We are special cops. More like spies or special agents.

 AND WE ARE WOMEN!

 We're pretty awesome and hot. I don't mean to brag, but i am which in my book is kinda messed up.

 There are four of us, but neither one of us is the leader yet for some reason they look to me for guidance so i think i'm the leader. Chief put us together since we were best friends in school and we work well together (Lucky us). By the way i'll let you know that we are all crazy. Sometimes we can be mean to each other but its all good. We are tough and we are seriuous most of the time.

 Agent Jane is who i will describe to you first. She is a red head (more like copper head. No pun intended since she can be evil when she gets really mad), is slim and is very athletic and i do mean very. She's the fastest runner. She's smart like the rest of us and has very good stealth. She makes us good weapons. No GREAT ONES!

 Agent Annabelle is smart, has an average body, and is good with knives [even though she loves bows and arrows]. She just loves to agitate me (i got used to it) and loves to help us do our disguises when we go under cover (She gets us awesome outfits). She is Hispanic/Porto Rican, so she has the brown skin, and she has dark brown eyes..

 Agent Lissa is girly and fun. She is a computer wiz with great math skills (Always came in handy at school and i could sometimes copy her). She is slim, and can run fast. She has blond hair and green eyes that sometimes people say change to blue. She is also kickass with knives and is great with guns.

 Now who who've you all been waiting for.......ME!

 My name is Agent Rose. My name matches my personality. I'm like a Rose but i have thorns too. I don't play nice when i feel threatened. I am smart (just not at math, much) and a bit loopy. Okay a lot, but i can be serious. I get depressed sometimes that i get very serious it scares the Chief ( I'm always happy about that). I have wavy dark brown hair that looks like black. I have deep brown eyes that look black and curly eyelashes. I'm Hispanic/Porto Rican so i have the light brown skin. I have an average body that leans more towards the slim side. I have always been athletic so i am very good at running and i have a feeling i'll never be good as Jane. I love handling guns and have very good aim if i do say so myself. I have great stealth (Annabelle and i are the sneaky twins) and i am kickass with knives but not as good as Lissa (yet).

 That is pretty much me. A lot huh. Well there is still more like how we got our jobs.

 We always wanted to be cops. We started out as rookie cops and we were pretty good at it. We wanted more action though.

 With Jane's mad disguise skills we invaded a drug lord's house looking like well.....sluts. The short skirt and tank top etc. They wanted me to go with the guy since i'm faster and stronger.They went with his minions (I like that word better than henchmen or some other boring name) except Lissa so she could go to their computer and hack it. We would each take cameras and put them where they could video tape us.

 I looked hot so i easily went with the guy. He didn't know he was gonna die before he would make love to me (disgustig right ). He went to the bathroom and i set the camera on the dresser.

 When he came back i couldn't help but look at how cute he was. I let him kiss me and caress me. He leaned me down on the bed and started to pull off his shirt and pants. I followed but took my top off only, leaving my black bra exposed.

 He started to take off my skirt and i knew that was my cue. I broke from the kiss and pushed him off with my leg and pinned him on the bed.

 His eyes opened wide as i pulled out my knife from under my skirt. I sat on top of him with my hand to his mouth so he wouldn't scream out, all the while holding the knife.

 "I want you to tell me your other source's name. If you don't i'll kill you," i whispered in his ear. I managed to say it more menacing than i thought i would be able to (which i love).

 He nodded and i let my hand slid down a little.

 "His name is X," he whispered, his gaze on the knife. The name echoed in my mind. It was exactly who i was looking for, but i didn't let it faze me.

 "Thanks," i said and brought the knife hilt down on his head and he was knocked out cold. I grabbed my pistol from my boot and aimed at the camera.