Chapter 12- The Evidence

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C.I.A agents of all ages came in one after the other, their bodies firm and straight. No one hunched over they all give off the impression that they are all a mixture of confident and mysterious.
We take our spot at a grand white table in Mrs. Bird's office. Mrs. Bird proceeded to yell at younger C.I.A agents for not arriving in formal attire, (which I thought they're outfits were quite spectacular.) Mrs. Bird was dressed in a ruby red dress that fell passed her knees with black stilettos. Her frizzy greyish-brown hair was tied up in a bun, her makeup on her dark complexion really brought out the little specks of gold in her eyes.
The first call to order was long and boring it was all about the rules on this case what to do and what not to do, I could tell Mitch was zoning out as well.
Then came the exciting part, we got to see on a huge monitor unfolded from the ceiling tumbling down at Mrs. Bird's feet. Crime pictures that were taken at the seen of the crime supposedly some bald headed man and woman were seen outside of H.Q.
     My legs jitters just hearing about all this stuff. The only real evidence they have on his case is a gun, taser and some bubble gum. Finally after a long time the conferences is done, I continue sitting while Mitch goes off to stay 'hi' to some friends. My mind spins all over the place finally noticing what I've walked into.
     "What would mom do?" I whisper to myself, "what would mom do?"
     I think about all the crime shows I've watched and remember that it's a alarming job with twists and turns. But then I remember the silent voice in my head is finally heard, "You've always wanted to be like the heroes in your shows, why not be the hero in your own story; and why can't that hero start right now?"
And what's more persuading then that! And now I realize I'm all in, do or die trying!

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