I was standing along the fringe of an outdoor restaurant when I first saw the opportunity to approach him. He was standing at the bar by himself, a first in the time I had been here in Miami. But someone had to be joining him soon. I quickly dodged the tourists and leaned against the bar beside him.
"Micheal Westen"
"Do I know you?" he asked, not looking at me.
"Probably not, but I know all about you." I responded. He grunted.
"Micheal Westen, age 39. You, live in an abandoned loft with your friends, Sam and Fiona. You work on cases for the people in Miami and love yogurt, especially blueberry." I fired. He looked at me out of the corner of his eye.
"Okay, who are you?" he asked.
"Annabelle. You can call me Anna. I'm 15.
"And what do you do, Anna? You a runaway teen or something?"
I snorted. "Trained assassin is more like it. I was sent to a school in Europe and some of my father's men taught me how to use a gun. As I progressed, they sent me on small missions. Then I overheard them talking about putting a bullet in my head when they were done with me. I went to the police and ratted them out for carrying guns without liscenses. 2 of them were arrested but the other 4 got away. I fled here in search of my father, but they followed. I figured if they were following me, I couldn't go to my father because they are his men. After a few days of staying here, I learned about a guy who could-"
"Hey kid, you got I.D?" The bartender broke in. I pulled a card out of my purse and showed it to him, flashing a smile. He smiled back.
"You look young for a 21 year old" he said.
"I matured at an earlier age" I responded quickly. He nodded and moved on.
"Where'd you get that?" Mike asked, nodding to my purse.
"Europe. Paid 10 grand for that and a license. The guy was very good at making fake documents." I replied. "Anyway, I heard about a guy who could help me. I searched deeper and discovered your name. I've heard a lot about you, already. And I've been following you for the past 4 days" I smiled.
"What information do you have on the men following you?" Micheal asked.
"I have documents in my car." I said. He nodded.
"Let's see 'em"
