Operation: Red Devil

I rocked in my chair and thought of my profession. Let's see, youngest detective alive issued by DNA. Which is Detective National Agency. Ah, how I remember that day. It's imprinted in my memory. My sitting in a brown rusty chair at Grant Jones office. Him reading through my success. That day was one of the best. Finally being able to pursue my dreams legally. That's right, I used to solver them illegally before. But that's past, I can do it with peace of mind that officers won't hunt me. That's how it was before. I find clues. Next thing I know, a bunch of officers following me for information to solve the case.

On top of that, I'm currently the best one for the job. Suddenly the door creaked open to reveal a teenage girl. She had brown hair up to her shoulder and brown eyes. Her skin was white. She could an would 'charm' he 'prey' before getting valuable information. This was a very big help in many cases. Of course if it were gangsters it was too easy. But if a real 'man' was involved, it usually involved prejudice. Of course my honed fighting skills really helped.

"Uh Jake? Need coffee?" My helper asked. Yea it's weird because she's older then 'me. Oh and by the way her name is Lexi.

"Sure!" I said as I gestured my hand in a circle.

"Actually I think I'd like a coke instead " I corrected with a grin. Coke rules.

She left the room with a soft creak of the door and I was left pondering again. I was 18 but probably the best detective alive. Of course I probably had more injured then a UFC wrestler. Yea. Let's see: 4 bullets, 3stabs and lots of bruises. I know detectives aren't really suppose to fight, but my foes were the worst in the business. Ganjar Jhomivich. Gresan Donnonde, Sanchez Martiano. These were the top 3 criminals I had 'eliminated'. They were part of a terrorist plot named "Red Angel". Well they sure underestimated 'me. But little did I know, something far worse was brewing. And fate chose 'me to stop it!