Three Days, Two Dead, One Missing

Well... Shit?

By the time I got to work all the good parking spaces had been taken, and I was forced to walk the entire 20 meters to the entrance.

Shannon greeted me at the desk of the FBI building, she didn't look happy or tolerant today.

"I see we are rather late today? Kids like you don't understand punctuality. When I was your age I was always early to work, no matter how early it blah blah blah blah." I tuned out her tirade
She pushed her purple glasses up her nose bridge as she continued talking. I could tell she had broken it as a child. It was crooked right in the middle, her glasses never slipped past that point on her nose. And I was just about done with her snarky attitude, so I decided to pick at something that might be a scab.

"Uh Shannon, I don't mean to be rude, but have you ever considered fixing your nose?"
I rested my arms on her desk and leaned forward.

"Excuse me young lady, that is none-"

"Oh but it is, see, I'm taking a forensic anthropology class, and I'm training myself, when did you break it? Around 13 or 14?"
I reached forward slightly

"May I?"
I didn't give her time to answer. I pinched her nasal bridge and felt it around, the bone healed a long time ago and it wasn't too hard to fix.

"Remove your hands from my face agent Cosden." She pushed my hand away

"Oh I'm sorry, did I offend you? I bet you broke your nose in a fight? Not very lady like is that? So if you keep badgering me about the first time I've been late to work my entire time here, I'll point out every imperfection on your face."
I turned to walk away and almost ran into Jamie.

"Really Amelia?"
Se crossed her arms and pointed back to Shannon who looked like she had been hit in the face with the brick of truth.

"What do you want me to apologize? Fine,"
I turned to Shannon.

"I'm sorry, it's called karma."
No remorse, none. I grabbed Jamie and headed for the coffee cart in the lobby, Molly the barista gave me a slow clap as I approached.

"Wow, cold today aren't we Amelia?"

"Oh shut it, espresso please."
I winked at her. And put my arm on the side of the cart.

"Amelia what's on your back?"
She pulled at my shirt collar a little. I almost forgot about the tattoo.

"I think drunk me got a tattoo. Wanna tell me what it is?"
I lifted the back of my shirt up for her and Jamie to see.

"Sweetie, I don't want to endorse your bad decisions but, that is one rad tattoo." Jamie started to outlined the tattoo with her finger.

"What is it then?"
My arms were getting tired from holding my shirt up for basically everyone in the lobby to see my bad decision making skills.

"One hell of a set of angel wings, more like fallen angel, they are mostly black."
Molly tapped my shoulder and I let m shirt go. She handed me my espresso and patted me on the back.

"Well... Shit?"

"I don't know if you think it's a bad choice, but I like it, it makes you kinda punk."
She flared her fingers in the air to symbolize something that I didn't have any idea what it was.

"I like that description!"
Jamie was leaning on the cart now too, basically drooling over her.

"We'll see yah!"
I took Jamie's arm and headed to the elevator. Jammed the button as fast as I could.

"Hey! I was having a good time!"
She did a fake pouty face and crossed her arms.

"Well one, I wanted to get you out of there before you started stripping in front of her too. And two, we are late."
The elevator doors opened and we weaved through the crowd of people coming out. We had to go to floor 6. But just our luck, 5 other people got on who needed to go to floors 2 and 5.

I check my watch, 10:47 am. That's it, I'm done for. I will be kicked out of the FBI for good. Never to get a job ever again because I became Americas enemy for being late to work.