Undercover Badge 2; Girl With A gun (Badass with a badge ) UNDER CONSTRUCTION

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Recap;

Special Agent James Allegresso had been offered a job in the FBI when he was nineteen years old, after a national incident with one of America's worst gangs. After his girlfriend disappeared, off the radar. Now, five years later, James was twenty four, and his girlfriend would be twenty two. But, after four years of searching, Katrina Veynox was declared dead.

"See you in Venice, end of the summer?" she asked with a smile. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, Love." he murmured, watching her. She laughed, turning around.

"Oh, and Katrina?" he asked. She turned and raised her eyebrow when he used her name.

"Don't be late."

Ex-American Spy, Katrina Veynox simply smiled in return, before making her way out room hundred and nine, down the seven floors, and out The Hotel Magnifique, heading toward the airport to get a plane out of Paris, to go to the United States, where she was supposed to meet with the FBI.

Fabulous....

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"I warn you," the man said. He sipped on his Starbucks coffee cup, pausing for dramatic affect. "They're both on the wild side."

No one knew his full name, and no one cared enough to ask. He seemed to go by the name Peter. Peter was five ten, with a stock of bright red hair and blue eyes. He looked in his early thirties, he wore a black suit with black and white, zebra striped, long toed shoes. His shirt was green and he had on a luminescent orange tie. His oily black hair was slicked back, and he gave the over all impression that his lack of fashion sense was made up for with his lack of personality.

It was seven AM, Tuesday morning, in an open field south of Washington. Three black vans were scattered in position. Six FBI agents, and Peter, littered the premises.

"The first one? Na, she's alright, but the second one. Damn, that girl is dangerous." Peter continued, oblivious to the fact that only James and his Partner, Alyssa, were paying attention.

Alyssa had deep caramel tanned skin, and a slight Spanish accent. Her curves were dangerous and in all the perfect places. Her hair seemed to fall into naturally perfect waves. Here eyes were dark and brown. She stood at five foot five. She was, however, a very headstrong woman. She glared at any man that tried to made a pass at her, or act like she was inferior to the male of her species. She and James got along well, because she wouldn't think twice to berate him. He'd never been interested in her, nor she him, and he was probably the only guy in the FBI she'd laugh and have fun with.

"Oi, what do you know. Here comes one now." Peter suddenly said, his eyes on the distant horizon. When James raised his eyes, he squinted. A day-glo pink Lamborghini was speeding their way. His mouth fell open.

The bright car skidded to a stop a few feet from them, leaving long trails in the earth. All over the car was thin, black pin striping.

As the dust settled, the driver side door cracked open, and James could almost feel the arousal coming off his male Co-workers in waves. Only Peter seemed unaffected, as he sipped his coffee nonchalantly. The girl that got out looked like heavenly angel. Her hair was curly, and pure blond, hitting the middle of her back. She had an overlong side fringe to the left, and here eyes were crystal blue. Her skin was slightly pale, and she wore white, skin tight skinny jeans, with black, five inch stiletto ankle boots. On top, she wore a loose black t-shirt that had only one sleeve and stopped just above her navel, where a blood red ruby pierced it. She wore big sun glasses, with the word PRADA stamped on the side, but her eyes were so blue, you could see it through the dark lenses.

She folded her arms and leaned against the car.

"'Ello, Peter. How've you been, love?" her voice held a British accent. She caught our confused looks. A British accent, on an American Agent? She pushed the glasses up to the top of her head and grinned, showcasing an Orthodontists prized work.

"I was undercover in Brittan the last five years of my employment. And I've been traveling for the past year or so." she said with and award winning smile.

"I see what you mean by wild." James said dryly. Peter walked over to the blond, handing her a steaming cup of coffee. "Please." Peter said, rolling his eyes. 'This one is the tame one." Peter hooked at thumb at the blond. She'd just taken a big sip of coffee and now did a spit-take, coughing.

"They think I'm wild!?" She started laughing. "Wait till they meet Emerald!"

Peter smirked. "This, by the way, is Amy. Code name; Ruby."

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance." the Blond, Amy, said with a half smirk and curtsy. James couldn't help but chuckle.

Suddenly, a loud, incessant chopping sound cut through the air. James would know it anywhere. "There's a chopper out here!" James declared, looking up.

"Ah," Amy said with a smirk. "There's our girl now."

Looking up, everyone saw a black chopper take up position far above them. Amy and Peter simply leaned gains the pink car, sipping their drinks. Out the copper door cape a long could of black rope, its end barely touching the floor as it fell. Suddenly, a black object was thrown out the side, but it was holding onto the rope. The object was making a rapid decent before everyone saw it was a girl. She wore a black trench coat, and black boots, and was abseiling down the rope with out a wall. She landed on the ground with a slight huff, crouching to absorb the impact. Dark, long, almost black hair whipped around her, they saw her take off some sort of harness and attach it to the rope. She signaled upward, and the rope was slowly pulled in, as the chopper turned and flew west. Suddenly, their was silence.

"Hey, Emerald!" Amy suddenly called. The girl whipped around, smirking as she met eyes with Amy, after pushing up her sun glasses. Her eyes were silver blue.

James Froze.

"Hey Ruby! How are you!? Last time I left you, you were in New York." the dark haired girl said with a laugh. The arousal on the males part rose tenfold. Her skin was a light caramel tanned, her dark hair complimenting her fair skin. Her lips were blood red, and her legs were long, seeming endless, as they disappeared beneath the coat. It was short and showcased well toned thighs.

"Yea, yea. I'm back now." Amy said laughing. "Were did you come from?" Amy asked.

The dark haired beauty smirked. "From Paris with Love." she said, raising her right ankle backward, arching her back and blowing a dramatic kiss toward Amy. She laughed and they ran into a hug. "Oh, so how was Paris?" Amy asked with a smile.

"Oh, I hooked up with Petrov." The beauty said with a seductive wink.

"Oh! The Russian?" Amy asked with a surprised look.

"He speaks excellent French." the girl teased. They hugged again.

"Peter!" the dark haired girl said with a smile. "Haven't seen you since you left the CIA, year ago, Emerald." Peter said, grinning.

"Yes, and I see years in Milan's fashion week haven't fixed- I mean, affected your.... Style?" the dark haired girl, Emerald, said, smiling. Peter narrowed his eyes. "No taking shots at the clothes."

"But you make such a colorful target." Emerald teased. All the Agents were fascinated by the banter, except for Special Agent James. He stared at Emerald, with wide eyes.

There was silence for a moment, but it did not last long. "Katrina." James whispered into the open air, his voice carrying. The dark haired Angel, Emerald, whipped her head around. When her eyes met his, hers went wide. "Katrina." this time the word wasn't a question, it was simply confirming it.

As her eyes went wide, she whispered two words.

"Oh, Shit."

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