She's A Secret Agent (Published on GN, and WN)

Episode 1: A Sociopath With No Friends

Special Agent Eric stands near her and Mr. Ronaldo Peige. SA Violet, SA Eric, and the two bodyguards of Mr. Peige circled the businessman, protecting him. SA Violet let the bullets rain on the terrorists' side and the latter run from the different directions of the café.

She smirked and nods to Agent Eric behind her, signaling the guy to cover for her to get Mr. Peige away from the scene.

SA Eric does what she said and let his FN-P90 rain on the enemy's side. Special Agent Eric is one of the FBI's best agents. He was accepted to join the FBI at such a young age, just like Agent Violet.

The two were always teamed up whenever there's a special mission with the SWAT team, in need of the best and the most special agents of the FBI. They were sometimes called "The Twin" in the office because they were always together. With Violet's brilliant and intelligent mind, and Eric's tactical mind and skills, the two can do any mission given to them.

The reinforcement soldiers joined the scene, giving more time for Violet and Mr. Peige to escape.

"Thank you." Mr. Peige told her as he huffed and sat at the back of the ambulance near the door. A red blanket was draped on his shoulder... for the shock.

"Would you like one, Ma'am?" asked the nurse, handing her a blanket for shock too.

She waved her hand, "No, but thanks." She smiled at the nurse. She looked at Mr. Peige as the nurse offered him an oxygen inhalator. "Are you alright, Sir?" she asked him.

Mr. Peige nodded and closed his eyes. He is trying to calm his self down.

"Dad!" Mr. Peige's eyes immediately opened in sync with Violet turning to see who called.

A guy ran towards them as he shouted his dad's name. Violet observed him as he approached them. The guy has the same brown hair and a blue pair of eyes. She's certain that he's a close family member, not a son-in-law because of the facial similarities. He's the son.

As the guy approaches them, she noticed the faint smell of a cigarette; not a chain smoker. He went straight to the ambulance where his father was lying. Violet continued her quick observation; nipped and small nails probably from biting, small but not that evident bags under the eyes, short and rough beard, dry and chapped pinkish lips, all clear signs of stress and low self-esteem. But why is he stressed?

"Dad, stop dealing with those kinds of men. I told you I'd do it. You don't have to do it personally. You're worrying Mom." the guy talked, distressed.

Violet's eyebrow raised as she was unintentionally eavesdropping on the father and son conversation. She was about to say something when she heard Eric calls for her. She turned around only to find her partner jogging towards her.

"You okay?" she asked him. Eric tossed his firearm at one of the SWAT team who was passing by.

Eric exhaled and said, "Yeah. Fucking Damon fled."

Violet rolled her eyes. Another truckload of paper works is going to come her way with such an unsuccessful mission. The mission is simple. Catch Damon Ivanov; one of the FBI's most wanted fugitive.

"Uhm, excuse me, Miss?" the younger Peige broke their conversation. He was smiling and extending his hand for her to shake.

Violet shook the younger Peige's hand. "Agent Violet." she introduced herself.

"Hugo Peige. Thank you for saving my father."

Curved last bone at the middle finger towards the ring finger: a pianist. No ring on any of his ring finger: unmarried. His pupils dilate, he's interested. Violet bit the inside of her cheek. "That's a part of our job. You don't have to thank us," she said coldly.