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"Okay, dad"

"Do you even know how to make meth?!" Halstead asked, almost shouting.

The answer was obvious, but it was already decided Erin was going undercover. In just 24 hours she had been briefed by narcs and other detectives on all things Kingsman, although there wasn't much to be briefed on. They barely knew anything about the guy, other than he was Irish and he basically ruled the south side of Chicago. Erin knew meth wasn't that hard to make, but it was hard to procure the ingredients needed for cooking pure meth, the kind that makes the big bucks. She didn't know why Kingsman even needed a cook; shouldn't he already have one? Maybe he wanted someone experienced who wouldn't fuck up.

Erin was going undercover in less than 2 hours, she didn't know if she was ready but she needed to catch this son of a bitch.

Halstead was pissed, first of all Erin was going undercover in a really dangerous situation, second she was going with Justin! Halstead didn't like him at all, he only cared about himself, if it came down to it he'd probably blow Lindsay's cover to save his own ass. He watched as Erin came out of the locker room, she was wearing a black shirt, pants, belt, boots and beanie. The only thing that wasn't black was her army-type jacket. She was wearing a dog tag with a built-in microphone and camera, and just incase they made her take it off there was another one on her belt.

"You ready?" Voight asked.

"As I'll ever be" she replied.

"Remember," Voight said, "just get him to say anything incriminating himself, and we'll take it from there, as soon as he's in custody we can get more evidence, more witnesses will come forward to testify against him. And also Erin," Voight's voice softened, "please don't make him mad, if anything seems suspicious get the hell out of there."

"Okay, dad" Erin grinned, but it was a nervous grin.

Her and Justin hopped in an old volvo and drove to the meet up place.

**Sorry this is kind of boring. I just wanted to update. It'll get better next chapter.:)