I followed him through the bay, what was he doing now?
My dagger felt cold against the skin under my pantsuit as I silently walked closer. Carter, some just called him the King of Hearts; a respected runner. CAPRICA had been tracking him down for months now. All charges the feds had charged him with were dropped since one, no one believed a man who looked like that could do it, and two, no one spoke up, everyone got rewarded when he came to town. It was a warm summer night but it felt dangerous in New York to be walking alone as a young female.
I looked back and kneeled down into a little puddle and saw my reflection, as a girl usually does I fixed the straight brown—black hair that fell like a waterfall to mid—back. The short bangs cut over my light brown eyes always stayed perfect. Since my skin wasn't pale, I didn't show out in the summer night, thanks to my mixed yet Cherokee heritage I had soft resee colored mixed skin with slightly tilted eyes. A body that that looked innocent but could kill, being a hunter gave me that advantage, 5,6 wasn't really tall but it helped when it curved.
He was walking to the pier, I wondered why. Then slowly a tall, built man exited the shadows and took residence beside my target. A partner? I watched slowly and recognized the other man as Vladimir, another shadowy runner. I turned and dug my phone out of my pocket. Pressing a button on my phone, I held it to my ear, waiting.
"Michaels," the other voice on the line answered.
"Hey, James," I whispered.
"Allisandra," the other voice drawled. "Realize something was missing in your life?" I rolled my eyes. James and all of his pick—up lines.
"No, but I do need retrieval and have a lot of questions about why the target I'm following flew to New York suddenly yesterday and is now meeting Vladimir in the pier." The other end held complete silence.
"New York?" James asked. The sound of key clicks was immediately in the background and I didn't doubt Jason wasn't flipping through every cyber data base for an answer. Jason was the Top and Head of the computer analysts segment of the CAPRICA division of the secret government recourses the government used for special enemies they knew they couldn't take down normally. Not even most of the FBI our existence.
"The target caught a flight about two days ago," James said into my ear. I nodded.
The car pulled away and I immediately looked over at my motorcycle in the entryway, going towards it. Putting a Bluetooth in my ear, I kick started the engine.
"Neal Caffrey," the target said from within the car with the bug I placed in it earlier. "There's a bounty on his head in my interest and now that he's joined the feds he's protected, but that shouldn't stop you from doing your job."
"Neal Caffrey," I said into the ear piece. The wind blew through my hair as I rode somewhat behind the a couple of cars ahead of my current location.
"Hmm...," James answered, his keyboard clicking away. "He is a former prisoner serving time for crimes ranging from Identity Theft to suspected Art Thieving; this guy's a legend."
"Hmm," I muttered. This guy sure did sound useful.
"He is now working for the FBI when he cut a deal with his arresting officer." James added. "He is staying currently in New York with his agency."
"So that's why he's in New York." I answered.
"Seems so," James answered, obviously chewing on something.
"This one's dangerous, Carter. Are you sure you can-" Vladimir's voice was cut off.
"Do as you`re ordered," the voice of my target cut him off. "It has always been dangerous." With that the conversation silenced.
...
Neal wasn't majorly superstitious, but he felt it when the hairs on the back of his neck stood up to attention. The feeling was a gift to him from God. A gift that had saved him countless times. Going on an urge, Neal stood up and walked over to the television, turning on the news.
"And so, gang activity has been reduced to an almost miraculous halt. Revealing and supporting the new mayor's act against such activities. Maybe..." Neal zoned out as his mind raced. All the gangs in New York?! Suddenly stopping?! The bad feeling increased and he knew he was correct about his guess. He wasn't surprised when his phone shrilled to life beside him, it was probably all through the con web now; Carter was back.