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

***CHAPTER 23***

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NO RECAP.

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***CHAPTER 23***

"Who convinced me to do this? I'm gonna shoot them." Amy growled. I laughed, nice and loud, looking back at her and smiling. Amy was wearing some designer, ruby red bikini that was so tiny and so tight that drool was going to run. The bottom was not a thong but showed off her peachy ass that, apparently, was much like my own. Over it, she was wearing a black silk blouse that was see through and reached her mid thigh.

Her long blond hair was in its natural waves, falling perfectly low. She wore red heart shaped sunglasses on her face and blood red wedge heels. Her nails were the same shade of red. Her luggage, in the boot of my black Jeep Wrangler was neon orange LV.

I was wearing a coal black bikini that consisted of boy short bottoms that showed the bottom curve of my ass and a bra top that had complicated crisscross patterns in the back and standard triangles in the front that had slight trouble handling my larger than average breast size. I was wearing a orange off the shoulder blouse that had a rip pattern down the back and came to just below my ass. I had black wedge heels much like Amy's, and my hair was up in a messy bun at the base of my neck. I was wearing my constant drop Emerald on the silver chain, the one I never took off. My sunglasses were standard dark bug eyes, my nails also a glossy black. My luggage was dark blue and green. I had on a lot of thick wooden bangles varying in size on my right hand to add some sass.

James was wearing a pair of black board shorts and a white button down shirt rolled up at the sleeves and open. His right arm was on the top of the door, his left wrist draped casually on the steering wheel. He was wearing gold tinted aviator sunglasses that made him look every inch the bad boy. The wind was blowing Amy's hair back in perfect disarray, James's looking dashing in the wind. The jeep had its roof down while the stereo belted out J-Lo's 'I'm into you.'

"Aims, I'm the one that convinced you to come with." I laughed, looking at her. "Well, SHIT!" she cried, dramatically throwing her arms into the air. We both laughed before we looked at each other, shimmying our shoulders as we sang the "Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na-eh!"

We'd been on the road for three days. We were traveling to south California for a well deserved break. Hence my jeep, the luggage, and the three of us. Dimitri was dealing with something to help some friends of his down in Mexico, so he couldn't come.

I looked up at the amazing blue Cali sky, away from Amy lounging across the backseat like some kind of supermodel at a photo shoot. It'd been a long time since I'd been back here. "Yea!" I cried, as I saw the pier came up. "Aims, you got Dimitri's boat, right?"

"Yea," she said, grinning. "Said its called the 'Triton de Vodka'!" she said, laughing. "I love it!" I replied.

We stopped, and jumped out, stretching our muscles. The suns glare off of the ocean was almost blinding.

"Damn, its gorgeous!" James said, looking out at it. "Hell yea!" I said with a laugh.

"Graci." I heard Amy say, and turned to look as she was handed two ten liter cylinders by man of Hispanic origin. Taking one in each hand, I didn't miss the surprised look on the mans face as Amy's supermodel build picked up the two aluminum tanks. "Thanks." I said, grabbing one from her. James grabbed the other. Amy went back for the last tank, bringing it and setting it down by the jeep with the other two. Three tanks in total.

I went to the boot while Amy got BCD's(Buoyancy Control Devices) from the guy, and then three sets of regulators.

I pulled out the two massive bags on top. The one on the left had three pairs of fins(Flippers) and masks and snorkels and one pair of diving gloves, mine. The one on the right had three different weight belts.