Hi! This is my first story and I'm a little nervous as to whether or not I'm good enough so I would really like some reviews and just tell me what I can improve on and if there are any mistakes.

Also I've decided to change the ages around a bit but only for Rose and Lissa. They are now 21 instead of 17/18.
Thank you!

The man made his way down the dimly lit street. The sound of his boots hitting the damp sidewalk filled the dark silent night. A streetlight flickered hanging on by the weakest thread. The man squinted his dark brown eyes and was able to avoid getting his foot soaked in a puddle. He took a deep breath and recalled Alberta's words in his ears.

The old apartment building, you know the one, it has a bird hanging off the top? Yeah. That's the one. Room 74 on the fourth floor, you may have to take the stairs. Victor Dashkov, black hair, green eyes. About forty but looks a bit older. He's been selling all sorts of stuff. Guns, drugs even fake I.D's. We have his daughter, let's just hope we can make a bargain with him.

Pulling his long brown leather duster tighter around him, stretching it across his broad back, he found the apartment building sitting at the end of the street. Walking in, he wiped his feet on a mat inside the door, and made his way to the elevator. He pushed the up button and felt inside his jacket, making sure he had his gun, badge, and handcuffs. The elevator doors opened and he stepped inside, trying to stop his grimace at the nasty smell. He pushed the fourth floor, and crossed his arms across his broad chest. The elevator started its slow pace upwards and made loud creaks. The man shook his head, a few strands of brown hair falling out and framing his angular face. The doors opened with a squeal, and the man stepped off carefully. Walking forward, his boots stomping on the thin carpet, he found himself at room 74 quite quickly. He knocked three times. Waited a minute. Knocked three times more.

"Mr. Dashkov." The man called, his light Russian accent breaking through the silent hallway.

"Just a minute." A voice called.

"Mr. Dashkov if you do not open this door in the next five seconds I will break it down."

The door swung open and there a black haired green-eyed man stood. "Patience young man." He smirked.

"Mr. Dashkov you are requested at the police station for questioning. If you resist I have a warrant allowing me to arrest you and forcibly take you."

"My, my. May I see your badge?" Victor Dashkov held out a pale hand.

The man reached into his coat and grabbed his badge. He purposely knocked the warrants to the floor. Giving the badge to Mr. Dashkov to see, he picked up the two warrants.

"Arresting someone else tonight, officer?" Victor asked.

"No. This is a warrant to search your apartment."

Victor's green eyes widened slightly. "Well, allow me to clean up first."

The man grabbed back his badge. "That won't be necessary." He took a step forward, silently indicating he wanted to go inside, but Victor didn't budge.

"I insist." Victor said.

"I grew up with three sisters Mr. Dashkov. I can handle a little mess - unless you have something to hide?"

"Of course not." He stepped aside.

The man took a step inside, noting how Victor's apartment was in much better condition than the rest of the building. He took a look around the room and made his way further into the apartment.

"Would you like a drink?" Mr. Dashkov asked.

"I can get it myself." The man reached over to open the fridge.

"No!"

The man raised an eyebrow, curious to Mr. Dashkov's action.

"That hasn't been working for days." Victor explained.

"Well, I can see if I can fix the problem." The man said and swung open the refrigerator.

Victor made a run for it, but the man was on him in a flash. "Victor Dashkov, you are under arrest for possession of drugs, illegal firearms, and, let's see, possibly littering." The man read Mr. Dashkov the rest of his Miranda rights and called his boss.

"Petrov." Answered a curt voice.

"Alberta," the man greeted.

"Detective Belikov, tell e you have that scumbag in cuffs."

"I do. The evidence is here, stacked up in his refrigerator." Detective Belikov said, pressing down on Victor's shoulder with his free hand to keep him in the chair.

"Well, done. I'll have a squad car sent over immediately."

Fifteen minutes later two men came in to collect Mr. Dashkov. One of them had curly red hair and blue eyes. The other had sandy blonde hair and hazel eyes and he stepped forward to take Mr. Dashkov.

"Well done Belikov." Mason Ashford, the redhead, praised.

"Thanks Ashford."

Mason took a hold of Victors other arm and himself and Eddie escorted him downstairs to the car.

~The job~

"Shit!" The woman cursed, watching as two men, dressed in police uniforms, escorted Dashkov into a car.

The woman dialed a number and heard a 'Talk' on the other end.

"He was caught." She explained, leaning against the tree that was hiding her from view.

"Shit!" the man cursed, and the woman couldn't help but smile. It was always amusing when Abe lost his cool. "By who?"

"Local police it look's." She muttered, then paused, seeing something move in Dashkov's window. "There's someone in his apartment."

"Can you see who?" She didn't reply. "Rose!"

"No. Not yet." She sighed. "What now?"

"Follow them, see where Dashkov's being held, and do what you were going to do originally." He commanded.

"Sir, yes, sir." Rose said sarcastically.

"Rose." he said again, this time sounding serious.

"Yeah?"

"Be careful." His voice was sincere.

"Of course, old man. Wouldn't want you to lose your best agent now would we?" She grinned into the darkness.

"Rose, I mean it."

"I know. I will be." She said. "Don't worry, I won't get killed."

"That's all I ask." He hung up.

Rose walked around the tree and made her way onto the street. Walking with her head down, she made her way into her black 1967 Chevy Impala. She stroked the dashboard lovingly and turned the key, making the car roar to life. The cop car started to pull away and Rose followed, keeping a safe distance. They made it to the local police station and as they turned in, Rose drove on, turning into the next street and cutting the engine.

Police station. Rose texted Abe, then put her phone in the glove compartment under the dashboard and stepped out of the car. She pulled her black coat around her, blocking off the cold winds. She made her way around the back and slipped in. She saw a door marked STAFF ONLY and made her way in. Luckily it was unlocked. There were police uniforms lined up on racks as well as a filing cabinet and a computer. Rose booted up the computer as she shrugged out of her coat. She locked the door and proceeded to put a uniform on. She tied her long dark brown almost black hair back into a ponytail and sat down in front of the computer. It asked for a username and password. Reaching over, Rose pulled on the door of the filing cabinet. Getting up from the chair and knelt in front of the cabinet. Getting her lock picking kit from the pocket of her black coat she worked on the lock of the cabinet. In no time it was unlocked and she pulled out a random file. Inside there was a picture of a man with brown shoulder length hair and dark brown eyes. He had an angular face and there was only one word that kept screaming in Rose's head: HOT! Nodding in approval, Rose typed in the man's username and password into the computer. Quickly she typed in Victor Dashkov and found out where he was stationed as well as the guard on duty. She toyed around with the computer a bit, playing with the guard's schedule. She made sure the guard got a text of the change of plans and shut down the computer. Thank you Dimitri Belikov, she thought as she left the room.