Note: Any information about Elizabeth such as phone number and stuff is fake. Do not try to attempt calling the number.
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Coming home from work, Mr. Sertori took the card out of his pocket and looked it over again. On the card, it read:
Head Agent Elizabeth J. Striker
International Detective Agency
cell: 618-555-0108
Headquarters: 618-555-8010
He shook his head and pocketed the card again. He was very disturbed after being approached by the young woman about news that two of his new hire could be criminals. It scared him a bit. Coming in to the living room, he sat down on the couch to enjoy the stillness of the house before Cleo and Kim came home from being out. He knew that as soon as they walked through the door, the noise level would increase by two hundred decibels. He would also have to tell them about what happened at work today.
The door opened and in walked Kim. She came in to the living room and threw her school bag on to the nearby chair. She gave her dad a puzzling look.
"What's wrong with you? You look...weird..." Kim commented.
Don didn't recognize the disgusted tone in her voice. He looked up at her and then behind her.
"Where's your sister?" He asked.
Kim scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"She's with her dumb friends. Honestly, it's like they're in some sort of club or something," She replied.
"Now Kim, it's nice that your sister has friends," Don rebuked.
Kim rolled her eyes again and let out a whatever. She announced that she was going upstairs to her room to unwind from being out all day. Don watched her go upstairs and then went back to thinking about what happened at work. If Jack and Monty were real criminals, he was going to have to be real careful around them. Who knew what they were capable of. This wasn't something that Don could have shrugged off. He knew that Agent Striker wasn't joking about her suspicions. Any normal person probably would have laughed at her. He would have to make sure not to expose Jack and Monty...if they were criminals.
The door opened again, bringing Don out of his thoughts. Cleo walked in, looking a bit down in the dumps.
"What's wrong, pumpkin?" Don asked.
"Oh...it's nothing dad. I'm fine," Cleo spoke, though her tone was sullen.
Don felt some worry, but he didn't want to push the matter. Cleo would probably tell him when she was ready. Getting to his feet, he called Kim down and looked at a puzzled Cleo.
"I have something important to tell you girls," Don told them as soon as Kim gathered in the living room.
"What's wrong?" Cleo asked, seeing the troubling look on his face.
"I had someone from an agency come down to the docks today. They have reason to believe that there's criminal activity going down by the docks," Don told them.
Cleo gasped and Kim's eyes widened in shock.
"Is everything okay? Are you going to have to pull back business?" Cleo asked, a hand on her chest.
Don shrugged.
"I don't know. I guess it depends on if the Agent can confirm any of this. But I wanted to tell you this as a warning, girls. I want you to be more careful while you're out and about, okay?" Don requested.
His daughters nodded. Cleo then had a look of worry on her face, though she tried not to show it too much.
"Is the...Agent sticking around for a while?" Cleo asked.
She worried that she and her friends would have to be extra cautious with their secret with an agent around. She would have to warn them and Charlotte...she got out of hand today.
"I'm sure they will be, but I wouldn't worry too much about that, darling. Anyways, how about pizza for dinner?" Don asked, now changing the subject.
Kim and Cleo both brightened up a bit. Pizza sounded like a great idea.
Agent Striker took a cab down to the police station to do some work. Upon arrival, she showed an officer at the front desk her badge, and requested access to their database. He escorted her down to their computers and let her go to work. She ran the names, but found nothing, just like Don Sertori told her. However, she received their home addresses and she wrote them down.
It was all she needed for the moment. Leaving the station, she went back to her motel to send a report. Coming in to her motel room, she turned on her laptop and got on video call with General McLean.
"Do you have anything to report?" He asked.
"So far, I don't have much information. I checked two suspects name in the police database, but they're clean. My abilities tell me otherwise. Are you able to run names for me through our own database?" Elizabeth asked.
"I can. What are the names?"
She gave them to him and he let her know that they would get checked out right away. He asked how she got that information and she let him know. There wasn't much else to report after that, so the two signed off. After that, Elizabeth tried to figure out her next move. She could go now to check out her suspects, or she could wait until morning. Morning seemed like a better option, as at this time, families would be gathering for dinner.
A feeling of emptiness filled her heart thinking about it: Families. Elizabeth didn't have contact with hers...at least not that often. For a long time, she had been disowned by her parents for joining IDA. They wouldn't accept her because of her abilities, which she received when she was much younger. It took time, but her parents accepted her and allowed for her to come home when she needed it. But then her life got busier and more dangerous. She had no choice but to keep her family at a distance.
Getting out of her chair, Elizabeth left her motel again and wandered around for a while, enjoying the nature around her. The sky began to grow dark and the warm air blew through her long wavy dark brown hair. As she walked, she came across a café with its lights on. It was called the JuiceNet Café. A juice sounded nice to have. She was kind of thirsty...and hungry.
Walking in, she saw that it was mostly empty, save for an older man behind the counter and a young blonde girl. Elizabeth recognized her as one of the girls who was almost hit by the cab! She felt her senses rise up around her, but couldn't really understand why. It was as if there was something secretive about the girl.
"Well Wilfred, today was very successful!" The girl said.
"It was indeed, Emma. Now, before we close up shop, how about a juice?" Wilfred asked.
At that moment, Elizabeth stepped forward and let out a cough to get their attention. Both Wilfred and Emma flinched at the noise and turned to see where the noise came from.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry! I didn't hear you come in!" Wilfred apologized.
She got that a lot. It was part of her abilities.
"Sorry to scare you. I was hoping to get a juice?" She asked.
Nodding, Emma gave her a menu and as soon as the two girls made contact, Elizabeths senses went haywire. There was definitely something weird about this chick. She slightly closed her eyes to avoid them seeing her eyes for when her abilities went haywire.
Looking at the menu, Elizabeth chose a protein juice that would fill her up for the remainder of the evening. It was called a Moon Tower. It was loaded with cacao powder, bananas, brown rice protein, dates and almond milk. As it was being made, Elizabeth approached Wilfred.
"Have you heard of any suspicious activity going on around these parts?" She asked him, subtly showing him her badge. She talked in a quite tone, so as not to worry the blonde girl who was making her drink.
Wilfred seemed a bit stunned by her question, but he quickly pulled out of it.
"Quite a bit, actually. I try to keep it to myself, though. What do you want to know?" He asked.
"Have you heard the names Monty Harlow and Jack Manning?" She asked.
Wilfred shook his head no. Damn, nobody knew if these guys were legit or not. Emma approached with the smoothie and Elizabeth thanked her.
"That's four dollars, fifty cents," Emma said.
Shit, Elizabeth still hadn't gotten Australian money yet. She needed to do that in the morning. For the time being, she took out Canadian coins.
Emma looked at her funny.
"Is this a joke?" She asked.
"No. I haven't had time to transfer to Australian," Elizabeth replied.
Emma gave her a snarky look.
"Well, that should have been the first thing that you should have done before coming here," She replied.
Wow...snarky much? Elizabeth didn't let it bother her any further.
"I have a busy schedule. I came here on a very important job, and money isn't my biggest concern," Elizabeth replied, keeping her cool.
Emma nodded and took the change over to the register. Thanking the blonde for the drink, Elizabeth was told that she could stay a bit longer while they closed up so that she could enjoy her drink. She did so and as she did, her senses around Emma would not go away. What was so odd about this girl that made Elizabeths' senses act up? She looked like an ordinary girl, from what she could tell. Then again, there was something that suddenly caught her eye. It was a locket. It was beautiful and seemed to be handmade. It was silver and there was an ice blue gem in it. It looked to be like an antique.
"Where did you get that? It's beautiful," Elizabeth asked, gesturing to Emma's locket.
Immediately, Emma's hand went to her locket, as if to protect it from Elizabeth. That was an odd reaction.
"Oh, this old thing? Found it at an antique store. I like old things," She responded.
Funny. She didn't seem like that kind of girl. The rest of her accessories seemed up to date. Elizabeth didn't press it. For all she knew, it was part of a set and it was like a friendship necklace. Ugh...how cheesy could you get? Finishing her drink, Elizabeth thanked both Wilfred and Emma again and then she left the café. She went back to her motel to rest for the remainder of the night. She didn't actually sleep, it was something that she refused when she could. She could only relax every muscle in her body and stare up at the ceiling while focusing on her breathing. It worked for her. She always had energy in the morning.
By the time morning came around, she was up and ready to continue on her investigation. She went back down to the docks where Jack and Monty would be working. She never got a description from Don, but coming to the docks, she asked him if they were here and he pointed them out. Thanking him, she approached and instantly, her senses went off. Yup, they were in the drug business alright. She had to play it cool. She couldn't just approach them and start asking questions.
She took a moment to observe them. Jack was the younger one of the two and by the looks of it, Monty was old enough to be his father. Hmm...a father/son partnership in a drug business? It wasn't uncommon. Elizabeth tied her long hair up in a ponytail, grabbed a nearby fishing rod and tackle box, then headed their way, most specifically in Jacks' direction. She intentionally bumped in to him and let the items drop.
"Oh my god, I am so sorry!" She apologized, acting in a very clumsy manner.
"No, it's my fault! I wasn't looking. Here, let me help you," He offered.
Jack got down on his knees to gather the items that fell out of the tackle box. As Elizabeth looked at him, she took note of his appearance. He was tanned with sandy brown hair and green eyes. He had a muscular and toned body and Elizabeth could tell that his arms were bulky from lifting bags of drugs. He smelled like it too, mixed with the guts of fish. Her stomach growled. Fish...her hunger aroused.
"Thanks. God, I can be so clumsy sometimes. You would think that for someone who loves to fish, I could at least have more control over my body," Elizabeth remarked, as the two got to their feet.
"You like to fish?" He asked, handing her the fishing rod.
"Of course! It's one of the ways I can escape the craziness of the world," Elizabeth lied.
It was scary how good she was at lying. Years of being an agent had done that to her.
"Yeah, same here. My dad and I like to spend time fishing when we can. I'm Jack, by the way" He introduced.
"Diana," Elizabeth lied again.
Her name was known in the criminal underworld everywhere. It was only her name though, not her appearance. She would always be grateful for that.
"Well Diana, can I invite you on to my dad's boat? You should come fishing with us. I'd like to get to know you," Jack offered.
Perfect. Her plan worked. She smiled and accepted his offer and came onboard with him. Meanwhile, a fisherman was wondering where his fishing rod and tackle box went to.
"Jack, what are you doing?" Monty asked.
Elizabeth got a creepy feeling off of his father.
"Just getting to know a new friend," Jack replied.
Monty looked at Elizabeth and she could feel his stare on her was intense. She felt as if he was looking right through her clothes. He gave a grin and Elizabeth shuddered inwardly.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"Diana. Are you Jacks father?" Elizabeth asked, extending out her hand, making sure to be friendly.
He took her hand and shook it gently, as if he would break her hand. Elizabeth hated weak handshakes, so she gripped his hand.
"Don't worry, I won't break," She assured him.
He nodded and responded with her question that yes, he was Jacks father. He then warned her not to mess around with his son too much and that she was welcome to join them in fishing. She thanked him and Jack took her to the deck and Monty drove the boat out to sea.
"So, how come I haven't seen you around here?" Jack asked, leaning against the railing.
"My Father is an entrepreneur and he is here on business. He thought it would be nice to bring me, since I could use the sun," Elizabeth rolled her eyes to create sarcasm in her words.
Jack laughed.
"I don't blame him. You don't exactly look like a beach rat."
Elizabeth faked a laugh and then stopped when she saw an island up ahead.
"What's that?" She asked, pointing towards it with genuine curiosity.
"Oh that? That's Mako Island. We don't go anywhere near there. It's a shark breeding ground these days. Last time we got close, one of the sharks ripped up one of our nets," Jack explained.
Elizabeth got a strange feeling just looking at Mako Island. It was almost the same feeling that she got off of Emma, but it was much stronger. Hmm, why was that? Why did her senses pick up these odd things?
From where he was, Monty watched his son and the girl interact when he suddenly noticed something familiar on the girl. From just below the waistband on the back of her shorts, he saw a gun! He knew that there was something wrong about her, but he wasn't sure what it was at first. Now he knew. She was the Agent that he was warned about!
He got his own gun out and quietly checked to see if it was loaded. It was. He came to approach the two.
"So Diana, I'll bet you really like fishing," Monty called out, trying to be casual.
Elizabeth turned around.
"Yeah, I enjoy it. I follow the game pretty closely," She replied.
"Oh really? You must be a big admirer of Dominic Kasson then," He assumed.
Elizabeth nodded with a smile.
"Oh yeah, definitely. I follow all of his work."
"Oh really? Jack, get away from her," Monty ordered and pulled out his gun.
"What? Why?" Jack asked, suddenly shocked.
"Because dummy, she's the agent that the boss was telling us about. Your real name is Elizabeth Jane Striker. You work for IDA and are most commonly known as The Destroyer of Evil in the underworld. Nobody has ever seen your face, but your name strikes terror and fear. You've never been killed, but have come close to death a few times. If you're wondering how I know that you've been fake, you would have done your research. I made that name up," Monty explained.
Shit. Well, she had been caught.
"Alright, you got me. But what are you going to do about it? I can easily subdue the both of you right now before you pulled the trigger," Elizabeth told Monty.
"That is true, you could. That's why I'm going to throw you overboard instead," Monty threatened.
Elizabeth showed fear in her chocolate brown eyes. No one knew it, but she feared the water. It was probably because of her feline abilities, but she did not like it at all. She wasn't a strong swimmer because she didn't train in that area of strength. Monty advanced towards her with his gun and grabbed her by her right wrist. Elizabeth felt powerless. She froze up the moment he mentioned that he was going to throw her overboard. She couldn't will her abilities to fight and defend herself.
She felt him hoist her over the railing of his boat and instantly, Elizabeth felt her body make the descent in to the ocean water. The cold water slapped and engulfed her, dragging her under. She panicked. She didn't know what to do. She flailed her arms and struggled to breathe. She heard the motor of the boat start up and the boat began to speed off. The waves created by the boat washed over her, sending her forward with momentum enough to get her arms going. She swam her best with the waves and finally managed to get up for air.
Taking a deep breath, she gulped in the precious air and then looked around. That Mako Island was her only chance of survival. She moved her arms and legs to get herself going, but she struggled greatly. Her arms ached terribly and adrenaline began to work against her. She just wanted to stop swimming. She would rather drown than swim. But she couldn't allow that. She had to finish up this assignment.
Unfortunately, another wave came advancing towards her and Elizabeth wasn't able to prepare herself. It took her down underwater and she didn't have time to hold her breath. The air was knocked out of her and as a result, she blacked out from the force of the crashing wave.