With a mission to complete and her life on the line, Agent Greene enters the world of mafia disguised as a part of the inner circle. The mission becomes more complicated with a person watching her and another always grabbing her attention.
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What Teresa was seeing before her at the moment was so normal. They didn't look or feel like the brains and the fighters (and the bad bad bad guys) of California's largest mafia. Except for Jordan, who had tattoos on his right arm now that she noticed.
"Oh my God! She's so pretteeeeeee!" a high-pitched voice squealed.
Teresa almost covered her ears at the noise.
Her eyes zeroed in on a skinny girl, shorter than her with deep blue eyes filled with excitement; pink, thin lips curled in awe and red, long hair styled smoothly into two pigtails.
A typically innocent look.
The girl jumped over her and grasped her in a skeleton hug. Teresa squirmed awkwardly as her arms were mashed together at her sides.
Skinny but strong, she noted.
"Jeez chill! She has yet to pass the t- I mean pass by us!" another guy interrupted.
Teresa just had to glance at him to recognize him as the one she had thrown on the ground. Did he think she was stupid to not catch that? What did she have to pass? A freaking military drill?
The guy grabbed hold of the girl's two pigtails and pulled on it like a horse rein. The girl yelped in pain and immediately backed away. They looked like a bunch of clowns. If this was how they were going to act all the time, she would be done with this mission in no time at all.
Teresa grinned nervously and looked about. She saw no visible cameras around and an extra floor. She expected something like a huge building with many secret passageways and floors. Not something so... homely.
I've been here.
The wave of nostalgia was so strong that she averted herself from the rest of the house to a pair of eyes that looked like they were trying to bury into her soul. It was the same old regular packed asshole.
Ugh.
His tousled black hair fitted attractively well on him. It annoyed her a bit. She could never pull off that look with messy hair.
I look more like a wailing banshee.
"So you're going to gawk at us the whole time or move your butt inside?" he said, his lips drooping as he spoke.
Teresa almost catapulted him away to God, but instead, she closed the door and stepped in. She counted just four people other than her. The asshole, Jordan, the hippie and the butt-breaker. All of them stared at her as if she was some guinea pig.
"I'm Teresa. I'm guessing you already and obviously know that. It's only good manners"
(What is her name again?)
A voice floated in and out of her head, and a pang of pain hit her at the temple. Her smile dropped, and she gritted her teeth as she tried to stand her ground.
She couldn't afford to be weak just as things were moving on.
Jordan approached her with a sweet smile. He had a warm smile on his lips, but it didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Hello Teresa. I'd love to properly introduce you to everyone here after you prove yourself to-"
Prove myself? Like a test?
"- us. Follow me to the basement. It's quite easy really! If you pass it we'll greet each other as friends and if not, you might have to walk away"
As a ghost you mean, she rolled her eyes slightly.
When she looked at the girl beside her, the smile in those blue eyes was replaced by a threatening one.
I don't like this.
*
"This is insane!" Teresa cried.
Her hands holding the light revolver were trembling, and tears threatened down her eyes.
The woman in front of her sat there with fear visible plainly in her eyes. She tried to say something, but her words were muffled through the cloth covering her mouth. She was bleeding from her nose and seemed to struggle with breathing in the dingy basement.
Teresa herself realized how hot it was. There was no window there. It disgustingly smelt of blood and urine altogether. She felt a drop of sweat trickle down her back, and she looked about the room. It was small with one dim- orange light bulb hanging from the ceiling in the middle. In the low light, Teresa saw the green eyes of the woman wide in terror.
Teresa wondered who the woman was. Especially how she ended up with the swines there.
"Shoot her," Jordan ordered from behind.
This is the test, she realized.
The woman before her whose hair was stuck to her forehead with stinking sweat was probably innocent. She noticed the purple bruises on her nose and winced at the sight. One of her eyes had a big black mark over it.
She struggled against the ropes which bound her about the wooden chair.
Teresa closed her eyes to think with more clarity and to calm her ragged breathing.
(In the mafia, if you have to kill someone then do it. Even if it's an innocent.
Even if its someone you love.)
Her eyes opened as Mr Bakshi's voice thundered inside her brain. There was a decision made and a determination within those eyes.
The things I'd do for the law.
She mouthed a soft sorry to the woman. The woman just stared at her with bewildered and accusing eyes and slumped against the chair with a small scoff. Her face expressed hurt. And hopelessness.
She closed her eyes, accepting her fate as Teresa closed hers too. She was going to kill the very people she had sworn to protect. Everything else was a blur as the guilt started to creep into her system, slowly working its way into her thoughts.
Within those few seconds, the image of the woman with her eyes closed loomed in the blackness of her mind. Teresa could have sworn that she saw a smile behind that band of cloth covering her mouth.
She opened her eyes again to look the woman straight in the face. This time with tears of apology. Her heart was beating at an extraordinarily slower pace. Her mind processed everything with a calmer attitude. The sweat clinging to her skin seemed to be drying up, and Teresa slightly shivered.
(Even if it's an innocent person)
She pulled the trigger.
(Even if it's someone you love)
*****
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