Undercover

Tension has never been so thick. Standing outside in the Texas heat, and everything moving in slow motion. Cars and officers lined up like the firing squad just waiting for the right moment.

Silence and with rifles pointing at the suburban house was disturbed as a large Ford F-150 pulls up, and stops in front of the squad cars.

The door opens and a figure came out with nothing but pure seriousness. The officers saw the figure and blew out a sighs of relief.

"Agent McPherson!" Eyes darted to a man who was obviously called while was off duty. He stops to catch some air. "The US Marshall wants to see you" Slamming the truck's door and proceed to follow the man. Walking across the suburban pavement was like being in the spotlight everyone looking at you with their piercing eyes, but shakes them out of their mind.

"Agent McPherson! My men have told me that you have just arrived" Staring at the middle aged Marshall, as he gather around the hood of the van. "McPherson, this is Agent Andrews right here from Texas. Andrews, this is FBI Agent McPherson all the way from New York" Watching the man extend his hand to shake, and still staring them in the face.

"What are you staring at?"

"You have quite the reputation McPherson, all the more surprise that you're a woman" Nothing more than a pig, she thought. She remove her baseball cap to reveal her raven hair falling down to the middle of her back, naturally straight, full and thick in body. She pulls off her shades to show off her jade-green eyes, and a wink that made the man heart fluttered. She laugh to herself as she place back on the items, and got back into serious business.

"Before you kids get at it, we have a wanted criminal in that house right there" The Marshall rolls out a blue print across the hood, as they all stare at it.

"Do you know exactly where he is in the house?" As she check her gun to see if it is loaded, and place back in her holster.

"He's waiting in the kitchen...and he's armed" He look to young agent with a stern look on his face. "You know him McPherson. What can we expect from him?" Before she can answer a gun was fired. Everyone ducked to clear from the shot, and while expecting more rounds something was done out of the blue.

"Where's McPherson!!" She looks around to find that Andrews had a blow horn. She grabs it from him and start speaking into it.

"What do you want Jake?" Her back against the van, and out of harms way just in case if he was trigger happy at that moment.

"You never seem to fail me Jacey (Jay-Cee)" The use of her first name indicted there past history. "After all these years you still worry about my welfare" He laugh sneakily.

"After four years I would think that you've learn not to make me be on your path" She stands boldly in his sight as the Marshall looks up at her like she was crazy.

"Are you mad McPherson?" He tug at her pants leg to usher her to get back down, but she was not paying him any mind.

"You were one of my first case, and now it escalated to a wanted fugitive. How do you expect this to end Jake?" Be smart for once, make it easy on yourself, she thought. Then he shot the gun in the air, and slam the front door shut. "Dumbass" She muttered.

She place down the blow horn, and takes off her hat and shade. Rolling up the sleeves of her scoop neck long sleeve top, she starts to hard for the house when the Marshall was following her.

"What is God's name you think you are doing?"

"I'm going to get Jake, what does it look like?"

"Going after him! He is an armed wanted fugitive, and you have no back up" He looks back on the police force that practically block the entire block.

"He's my fugitive so I deal with him. Besides, if I wait on you guys we'll be here all day" She heads for the house, and could hear the man muttering to himself. Walking up to the front door she nicely knocks on it.

"Jake? Its Jacey, let me in" She didn't hear a response. "I'm going to count to one hundred then I'm coming in okay?" She backs up as she prepares to count, "1...2 skip a few 99...ONE HUNDRED!!!" She kicks down the door off its hedges, and walks into the house.

Looking around the house seems to be normal, but her instinct was better than that so she draws her gun and continues to survey the place. The living room was clear, and the large hallway area had no evidence of Jake. Closer and closer to the kitchen she knew he was in there predictable, she thought. Standing in front of the swinging door, and all she did was push the door to open and it made contact.

"Ow!" She heard the gun drop, and rush into the kitchen where she kick the gun far from him while he was standing there still holding his nose. "Damn it Jacey! That hurt" She laughs as she push him against the wall to cuff him.

"You robbed people, attacked people, and murdered people, and you are having a fit from a bloodied nose?" She shakes her head in amusement.

Meanwhile outside the US Marshall was pacing back and forth in front of Agent Andrews in complete rage. "Her boss is going to hear about this. Completely uncooperative, she thinks that this is New York where they can do whatever they want?"

"They are unruly sir. She's just a product of that lifestyle"

But all that was interrupted when Agent McPherson was stepping outside of the house with America's fugitive Jake Gunhill handcuffed with a bloodied nose. She stops in front of the US Marshall as she points out two officers.

"Take him to the closest precinct, and call the FBI Headquarters in New York to ask for an immediate transport" The two officers nod in agreement as they took him to the squad car, and was gone immediately.

Heading back to her truck, she was grabbed by the arm into the Marshall's face.

"Who did you think you are? Coming in here and running things like you own everything" She was polite long enough, she knew about his reputation a bully who thinks that everyone should obey, and she was not going to have it.

"I'm going to give you a warning. You get your hands off of me, and you won't visit the ER this afternoon" She gives him a sweet smile.

"Are you threatening me?" He narrow his eyes in pure malice.

"I don't threaten darling, so let go" She pull her arm and he wouldn't budge. She did it again and the same reaction. "I did warned you" And the next thing he knew he was lying on his back with blood coming out of his nose.

"That crazy bitch!" She smirk as she turn and heads for her truck. Few feet away she could still hear him screaming at her, and all she did was put on her glasses and drove off.

Driving back to New York, and just pass through two states her cell phone started to ring. Clicking on her blue tooth earphone she respond to the call.

"Hello?"

"McPherson, why do you continue to proceed to make your name be known everywhere you go?" She knew exactly what this was pertaining to.

"Like I told you, I'm very likable" She smirk on her sarcasm.

"Just because I'm your boss, doesn't mean I have to plea for you every time your anger decides to make a special appearance."

"Why are you calling?, because I know its not just on my lovable personality" She picks up the speed on the deserted highway as she had her boss rambling in her ear.

"I have a new case for you when you get back, and it's important because this is classified, and the gentleman wants to meet you"

"What's his name?"

"Vince McMahon"

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