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

Episode 8: Boston Drugs Bust 1.2

All the agents sat quietly in the truck. All of them, except Violet.

She has been giving instructions to Clara and Joseph on the computers. "Track Vasquez. Where the fuck is Vasquez?"

"I'm here, Agent. Chill." Vasquez confirmed.

A few more minutes had passed when Agent Vasquez's microphone boomed again. "Hey, man. You have it?" they can hear Vasquez sniffing loudly as if he has a runny nose. The chief of disguise did a great job in making Vasquez appear like he uses cocaine for a long time. They made his pupils look like it really was dilated by using a special kind of contact lenses.

"Yeah, that'll be a hundred and ninety-two for two grams. Be quick." Rick showed him his hand, palms raising up, "Payment first."

Vasquez handed him two hundred dollars, "Keep the change, man."

Rick smiled smugly, "Nice. You sure you only want two grams of it? Well, great trans--" he was cut off when Vasquez made him turn to his back and fell flat on his stomach on the floor.

Agents filled the scene and some went running towards some guys who were with Rick and caught them. Agent Violet and Detective Fox followed suit and keep up with Agent Vasquez, Agent Eric, and Rick. The ice cream truck moved towards the suspect, drifting at every turns on the street.

"Man, you've got to be kidding me!" Rick shouted in exasperation. He is now inside the modified ice cream truck and sitting in front of the agents.

Violet moved beside him, lowering her head to keep her eyes on his. "Listen, Mr. Crackhead. I don't like to sugarcoat things unlike some of my colleagues here have been doing for ages. Tell me where your boss is. You will be penalized for how many years? Three to five years? Maybe more if you don't tell us who your boss is, and where do we find him. I can assure you that life in prison isn't going to be like rainbows and unicorns."

"I don't know," Rick said, bowing his head.

Violet looked at him deadpanned. "Your drug lord can kill you once we let you walk out on this truck. Would you like to try, Ricky?" Agents fixated their eyes on Violet, knowing Violet, she might tie the guy to the truck and have him handcuffed while pulling him around the park. You cannot torture suspects for any information, yeah she knows, but it wasn't torturing.

"I'm, Rick," Rick said annoyed. He clearly doesn't want to talk to Agent Violet.

"Okay, enough." Agent Eric with a beaming intern holding his arms interjected. "Let's get him into the headquarters."

"Are we on a fucking club, Agent?" Detective Inspector Fox commented looking at Agent Eric and Agent Patricia's entwined hands.

"Stop being bitter, Detective, and let's go." Agent Francis said and sat on the driver's seat. The agents went to their own seats and some at the other van.

FBI Washington Field Office

Washington, D.C., United States