Undercover

1

Miracle

"Wait... You want me too do what!?" I yelled out of frustration with my boss. "YOU HEARD ME DAMMIT I WANT YOU TOO GO UNDERCOVER AND DATE HIM SET HIS ASS UP, I'LL MAKE YOU A NEW IDENTITY, THIS IS OUR ONLY HOPE YOU FUCK IT UP NOT ONLY IS YOUR LIFE ON THE LINE BUT SO IS YOUR CAREER...OUT! I WANT YOU READY IN THE MORNING" My lieutenant yelled.

I stormed out of his office pass all the nosey messy white folks no offense I have no problem with them they just have their nose stuck up the wrong tube at times same for some of these black mother fuckers who forget where they come from.

My name is Talia Miracle Johnson. I'm 22 years old and I recently just started my career a year ago. Some people have the nerve to ask me "what is a pretty thing like you doing here" and I tell them "to make something of myself my looks don't pay my bills" and I keep it pushing.

Mostly when I go out into public nobody knows who I am. I mean I wear normal clothes they just jump to conclusions and still break that number 1 rule "never judge a book by its cover"

My mama is still alive living healthy and so is my father. They've been married for 23 years **hint hint*** they had me right after the marriage I would say on the honeymoon.... Gross.

I went home and started digging up as much information about this drug dealer. I'm going too be a little minute from home because he stay in California and unfortunately I'm from Atl.

"Keontay Demarion Stone also known as Rock" I read aloud then scrolling down too his picture "good god almighty, dude is handsome" I said stopping for a couple of seconds

"Too bad" I said reading into his background

I stayed up a little late that night thinking about all the negative shit. These people trying too kill me I seen the bodies he's been suspect for and I don't wanna be one of them.

I put on some light blue jeans a black shirt with my black nikes.

I grabbed my shades and my purse leaving out the house.

I drove slower than usual too work I was not rushing to my grave.

But the more I thought about I smiled. "I got this" I said

"Detective" my lieutenant said "Lieutenant" I responded he gave me a glare and I returned it.

"Have you thought about it?" He asked me "w-" I started to respond "it doesn't matter because you doing it regardless" he said I wanted too choke the shit out of him

"What happens if he finds out?" I asked folding my arms "he won't" he said handing me a folder

"Miracle Janae Livingston, Middle class, high school diploma, parents deceased, waitress at Waffle House..." I read aloud I looked at him and thought 'he done turned me into a basic bitch'

"Hmm my face fit the profile huh" I mumbled chuckling and he handed me a plane ticket "your plane take off in 3 hours, go home pack and be there, here's a bag of things you'll need a new cell phone, laptop, etc... We can't have no contact AT ALL if you need too talk too me you would just have too wait until I contact you, we are messing with a smart one"

Arriving in California

I wore a white half shirt ripped black jeans with my white forces. My hair flowed with mild wind but it was hot outside.