Identification.

ID Chapter Three:

 *** The girl in the sidebar... over there... yeah her... that's Nicole. :D ***

           After another day in the hospital to continue her healing up, they sent her home. With me. Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to take care of Nicole, she’s a wonderful woman. It’s just the complications in my life right now that poses an issue. I can't split my time between work and a woman, that's why I'm single. Oh, and the fact that one day I might never come home again...

I took Nicole back to her home, where previously I'd sent some friends of mine to go clean up the mess that occurred that night.

           "I hope I get to see you again sometime soon."

           "I'm sure you will Nikki. I won't leave you alone too long." I gave her a knowing smile. She laughed and went inside.

           The next morning I awoke to a knock on my door. Paranoia kicked in as I tucked my signature .9 MM into the waistband of my jeans. I walked over and answered the door, cracking it open just a smidge.

           "Yes?" I blinked at the lady who stood before me. I didn't recognize her.

           "Mr..." she looked down at a package. "Belrik?"

           "That's me."

           "Good, well, here's your next assignment. HQ says make it clean, quick, and get it out of the way, ASAP."

           I took the thick yellow envelope which had CLASSIFIED stamped in red over it (how cliche) from her hand and nodded. "Thank you. Tell them that is no problem."

She nodded in acknowledgement and turned away to leave, I shut the door.

Well that was just wierd.

           Usually I had to drive out to HQ to get my assignments. The most unusual part of this was the fact that CLASSIFIED was stamped over the front of it. Yippee, was this the day I don't come home from an assignment? I swallowed thickly and opened up the envelope.

What I saw made my entire body go cold.

Nicole.

            "No." I shook my head. "No way."

            I read through the papers and information I'd been given. According to records, Nicole has been identified in eight major government affairs. And by affairs I mean mistress affairs, with federal agents, political campaigners, security guards, and assassins.

My heart sunk.

            Now I wouldn't say I was an assassin, but I was hired by the government to preform secret missions that 99 perecent of the time ended in death of the accused party. I had a liscence to kill, an ID that established me as a warden and allowed me to ship my guns and weaponry, and thankfully, killer looks that could get me in good with woman when I needed to get close to them, or their men.

            "I can't believe this..." I muttered completely to myself. "How did I not recognize her?"

           I threw down several sets of photos snapped of her by photographers, campaign officials, even racy pics taken in hotel and bedroom suites. As I looked through them I noticed something. The captions, her hair, and her eyes. Each picture held a different looking girl, with a different name, and different eyes. But it was most definitely Nicole. The last picture shocked me.

It was me, her and Sketch, my buddy. I was talking with her at the bar, getting served with martinis and shots of whiskey. Sketch was behind me, grinning drunkly.