Undercover
Ashlyn's POV
I silently run towards the green dumpster covered with gang graffiti in an alley that I was told a transaction was going to take place.
You would think selling drugs isn't too bad. It's common nowadays in this sick twisted world we live in now. In this case it's worse, this mafia has been selling a very expensive and illegal substance that all it does is mess you up and kill you starting from the inside out. As if you were a walking zombie foaming at the mouth.
In this particular case, I read a couple of previous reports about the symptoms. First the victims starts to lose their minds, as if their in a trace just filled with anger. After, they faint from all the fueled blood flow to their heads. Then, blood starts gushing out the victims ears and they start foaming out the mouth like a rabid raccoon. Not cute.
It has been sold to terrorist that plan to take out any law enforcement, such as myself. All federal agents must stay aware.
My gun is tightly held by my hands ready to aim when I jump out to intercept this get together.
I'm not exactly your average fifteen year old teenage girl. For one I'm a CIA agent, and learn how to use a gun, fight, spy, and take enemy lines down for a living.
But what I actually do all day is catch robbers and take in drug dealers to the police just as training though. I'm specially equipped to carry out any mission that comes my way.
"In here boys," A strong sturdy voice echos through and I peek my head out just a tad bit just to see who's coming. A smirk grows on my face.
There he is...
The killer I'm assigned to take in to custody. Ever since I was five, I've waited to finally come face to face with this devil. He walks closer in towards the narrow unlit alley way towards me. I have visual on the target, but still out of sight.
His name is Dexter Peterson. He's been selling illegal drugs all around Miami, and I'm going to be the first one to turn him in. So far, at least three agents were sent on this assignment last year and failed. But this time is going to be different because I'M doing it.
Dexter walks closer to the dumpster followed by a person who I assume he's selling his drugs to, and Mr. Peterson's two buff bodyguards behind him.
"Cash?" He asks, taping his foot in his clean, shiny, black work shoes impatiently. The guy buying the substance looks through his pockets pulling out a huge wad of cash. "Good." Mr. Peterson says slowly, grabbing the money from his hands quickly flipping through the green to confirm it's the right amount. He snaps his fingers telling his guards to give the man drugs that are held in a zip lock bag.
That's my cue...
I jump out from my hiding spot aiming my small gun at all four of the men. They are surprised to see a teenage girl standing there with a weapon, but Dexter really should be. After all, I am my fathers daughter.
"Hey honey, did you lose your mommy?" Mr. Peterson teases me on my young age like I'm some kind of joke. Oh, he's gonna get it. Before I can charge at him, he snaps his fingers and the two body guards try to grab me.
One of them charges at me to hold me in place. I dodge him, move to the side and kick him from behind. In a swift motion, my hand takes a hold on his arm and flips him over in a blink of an eye. I've been trained ever since I was five, so you better stay on my good side. The man falls to the ground with a loud thud when he makes contact with the hard concrete ground. He gets back up and you can see the anger in his eyes. He just got beat up by a seventeen year old girl, how pathetic. I mean I would be mad too if someone half my size knocked me down. He holds a fist in the air charging at me ready to hit, but before he even has a chance to I run towards him, and right before we're one feet from each other I slide down on my knees through his legs. Catching him by surprise that I just "magically" disappeared the guard finally pays attention to what he's about to run into.
