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

Episode 2: Saving Lives, Investigating Crimes

"Where do you think this El Gato guy is right now?" Eric asked Violet as she sat down next to him on a tall chair at the pub. They were dismissed right away as soon as Mr. Ronaldo Peige and his son, Hugo, exits the FBI headquarters. Eric was now part of the operation. Mr. Warren suggested that Eric must be a part of this mission because of his skills and also because Eric can speak Spanish fluently better than Violet as per Violet agrees. They also need Eric's analytical skills.

Mr. Peige told them that he likes what he had observed from the two agents who saved him from Damon Ivanov. That is why he decided to ask for the help of The Bureau.

"I don't know. We have to conduct some preliminary investigations before we start flying somewhere out there. This guy is a con artist. I have to know more about them. We have to."

"I don't want to fail this mission, Violet." Eric bowed his head down. He must've been thinking about the encounter with Damon Ivanov.

"Me too." Violet concurred.

The bartender asked for their drinks and they both drank the remaining of their beers empty. Violet bids Eric goodbye because she really wants to go straight home right now. She just went to the pub to drink something that will help her get a good night's sleep. She has been suffering from insomnia ever since the day she nearly died in one of their operations in Iran.

But she really likes her job. It was her passion. Saving lives, investigating crimes. Violet gets ecstatic every time there's a special mission given to her by the FBI.

She really enjoyed her work; however, she doesn't like the company of anyone when she was investigating something. It was like her head will burst every time someone tried to talk to her when she was focusing on something or thinking about something related to the case. She can't focus well when people breathe behind her back, when baffled people try to think of solving the crime, or when Eric Montenaro talks non-stop when she was entering her memory palace.

"Hi, Miss." a guy taller than her greets her as she walked out the pub's double door.

She ignores the man and walked towards the side of the road to grab a cab.

"Aren't you a snob?" the guy is now fisting her hair. By the way the guy looks, he has been assaulting women for too long. She smelled the hard liquor and cigarette on him and she thinks the guy was from inside the pub and just went out for a smoke... and preying on women of course.

Drunk, due to the stench from his breath and his slurring. Addicted to Cannabis, because of the faint smell of Marijuana from his hands, practically his whole body. A sexual predator, due to his abilities in attacking and preying on vulnerable women when they were drunk and observing his victims until she went out of the pub they were at.

"Let my hair go," she said through gritted teeth.

The guy smirked and tried to pull her into the dark corner, probably trying to take advantage of her. "Come here you."