Fallen Angels

"Madelyn Jones." The man looked dead straight at her, his eyes showing no emotions. "How's the criminal hunt going?"

Madelyn raised an eyebrow at the man, disguising her true reaction to the fact that this stranger knew what almost no one else knew. Her heart went berserk, her mind racing with possibilities as to how this man knew her deepest darkest secret.

She stared blankly at the man, her face betraying nothing. That was what she had trained herself to do in situations like this; to not panic. That lead to weakness, and Madelyn Jones was never weak.

Laughter filled the hollow room, cruel, humorless laughter. The man standing in front of Madelyn suddenly sobered up and said in a cold voice, "Do you really think you can deceive me? You may be smart enough to keep your identity and what you do a secret to the world, but not us. CCTV? Surveillance footage? It's all there." He smirked.

"And how do you suppose you'll get your dirty hands on them?" Madelyn was playing around, desperately searching for loopholes. She knew this guy was powerful, and he was not bluffing.

The man reached for something inside his inner coat pocket. For a moment, fear crossed Madelyn at the thought that it might be his gun he was reaching for. But it was quickly replaced by confusion, and then understanding, as he pulled out a leather case, which he opened to reveal a badge and an ID. "FBI", the man said.

***

"What do you want?" Madelyn asked, finally giving in.

"We want you to find a man named Gaspard Jacques... and kill him.

Madelyn's head jerked up, her eyes widened, and her heart skipped a beat as she heard the name she had not heard in over 15 years... her father's name.