Angel With A Needle

Chapter 4

The song is Writings On The Walls by Sam Smith (from the new Bond film: Spectre)

Petra sat at the end of the bed, a towel in her hand. Her legs were out stretched in front of her in the dark room as the strings of the cloth dangled, tickling her ankles. Her hair was sopping wet, a steady stream of water flowing from it. Her arms felt so heavy, and her feet seemed to be made of stone. Tears welled in her eyes as she shifted her hands on her skirt. Her pale pink shirt was neatly trimmed, much unlike her life.

The note still hung on the wall, a paperclip holding it while being jammed into the wall. Her breath shook as fear filled her lungs. She had to get away. She had to protect Spencer.

She couldn't escape from her past, that was what was clear. She let out a sob as she fell backwards onto the bed, her freshly brown-dyed hair collecting around her head and some strands landed on her face. Her hair, being originally blonde, had now gone through three different changes.

"Your name is Kara Beauregard and you are the new middleman for Walker. The previous middleman was killed by an ex-cop, Cleo Davis, whom is no longer a patrol officer. You have no family or friendly ties, rather, you are a loner. Our sources say that Walker is a drug lord and also has his own underground human traffiking system. He has already been busted for drugs, so we can no longer hold that against him. Your mission is to get under his wing and find out where theses traffiking camps are."

Petra flipped her hair up and popped a hair tie so her hair was in a high ponytail. She fixed her blazer and adjusted the holster on her back. She felt Thomas, her partner, stare at her as he had watched her transform. Thw now-dyed blonde glanced at him in the mirror and asked, "Who are you to him?" Thomas smiled almost smugly and stated, "I'm his right-hand man."

Petra laughed and asked, "Alright. What's your name there?"

"Greg, but some call me McGyver."

She turned and stared at Thomas, or Greg, as she'd now call him. His brown hair was long and some was parted over his right eye, giving him a 'thug' look. She bit back her comment about his looks and decided to tease his nickname instead. "So, what? You going to make a bomb out of a piece of gum and a paperclip?"

He smirked and set the case file down as he asked, "Why? You got some?"

Petra laughed and closed her dresser drawer, and flipped her jacket collar up. She stared at herself, thinking about how Kara would be. She would be stubborn, but not enough to make her untrustworthy. Kara would be slick, both in talk and in walk. She'd have a bowl-full of attitude and unafraid to feed it. I cleared my throat and reluctantly frowned, which was unusual for me.

'Kara' now turned to Thomas and said, "C'mon, McGyver, we gotta job to do."

Months later, Thomas was caught by Walker. Kara's feelings for Thomas had grown over this course whilst working together. She was forced to execute him, a memory she feared to relive. Tears streamed down her fave as she remembered his tear-stained eyes and his solemn smile. His words were so sincere, yet almost cynical. "It's okay. I'll always forgive you."

Petra, who was Kara at the time, remembered closing her eyes as she fired her weapon at his heart wanting his death to be quick. She quickly looked away, refusing to see his dying face. She could never return to the police department after that. The chief, Gilday, refused to fire her, and understood that she had to. Her mental stability was checked weeks later after busting Walker, and she passed.

However, she did not pass both the emotional test nor the re-training. She couldn't keep up, although she was physically fit. She kept crying, though no tears fell. When Walker had escaped custody, she completely lost herself. She was a walking, talking shell of a woman who used to be full of life. Her fear overcame her, filling her with trauma. Although she went through therapy and had undergone the witness protection program, Thomas' tear-staibed face still troubled her.

It wasn't until she ran into the doctor, a man whose work she had admired from afar when she was a cop. She could never say so of course, for she was a new being, a different person. Kara Beauregard had 'died' in a fire fight the night the trafficking house was raided. She was Petra now,a bubly lovable woman who watched a lot of comedy movies.

But Spencer lit a fire inside of her. She tried to put it out with water, only to find out she accidentally picked up the gas container. She tried to hard not to pull him into her old life, but some way, some how, Walker found her again, and this time, he's coming after Spencer.

That scares her the most.