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

***CHAPTER 19***

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"Checking out this guy's file. I'm studying up on as much information as possible I'm going to try psycho analyze the guy. But this files incomplete, hold on." I pulled out my cell and typed in Dimitri's number. He answered on the second ring. "Hey, can you check up a guy for me?"

"Yea, name?" Dimitri asked over the phone.

"Fernando Sycamore."

My eyes picked up the curling vines all over his body. On his back was the image of two pistols, back to back, pointing up to the base of his skull. The vines twisted and turned around the guns. I saw some motorcycle insignia on his body. Moreover, I was studying every mark. White lightening bolts littered his skin. On the handles of the guns was a tiger, roaring. Below the butts of the guns, on the small of his back was a skull, with hair, and in its jaw was a bloody red rose. The flower was on the right side, and the other side of the rose, the stem looked like it was part of the vines. A few petals looked as if they'd fallen from the rose. And the petals disappeared below the waistband. Blood dripped from the still attached petals, and the thorns on the stem looked as if they were pressing into the jaw, with cracks in the bone around them. On the upper part of his left arm was a naked woman that you could see from the front. In her crotch was a red rose. On the bottom on his left arm was a dragon, fire spewing from his mouth.

Suddenly, Fernando put his hands on his hips, and I almost smirked. On the inside of his forearm was a long tattoo. It was a white skull bone from the side, incased in a black biker helmet, with a pair of wings trailing out behind it. The sign of the Hells Angels.

"NO!" I screamed at the top of my lungs running up the sidewalk. I was about to turn into the pathway that lead to the front door, when the package exploded. It seemed to happen almost in slow-motion. I saw Fernando's eyes open wide, his mouth opening into a circle to let out his last scream- but he couldn't get out. I watched the ball of flame engulf him, and the house, before the shock hit my body and I was thrown backwards.

"How sad. He was in bed with them, he loved them and they killed him." James said, using a pencil to poke at the brain matter on the wall that seemed to be congealing. It was a thick, jelly and custard like substance. Have you ever mixed Jelly and Custard, and shaken them together till it's a slushy mess? Yea, that's what this looked like, except pink and red. "What was that song about the guy that shot his baby or something?"

James asked, and I watched as a piece of the glob fell, landing on his leather shoe. What followed was James once again hopping around elegantly on one foot while shaking the other in the universal; "Get it off, get it off!!" dance.

When the glob fell of his shoe, I morbidly sang the words;

"Bang, bang, you shot me down. Bang, bang, I hit the ground. Bang, bang, that awful sound. Bang, bang..... My baby shot me down....."

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***CHAPTER 19***

"Well, that plan was blown to hell." James said as we walked into the FBI's faculty lounge. Yes, they did have one. "Nice pun," I muttered, following behind him.

"Always is." he smiled. "But what can I say, I'm the bomb."

I let out a groan as I trudged over to the fridge. I yanked it open and found an ice pack. Going over, I plopped myself down on a couch. I placed the ice pack on the back of my head, wincing. Owwwww, crap! I could feel a migraine building.