"YOU CALL THIS A FILE!" Shouted FBI Agent Cordell. "I can't stand the
way you people work around here!" Agent Cordell screamed, circling the
dimly lit, musty, cramped office room of the intern Josh. "I ask for a full
background check on the missing kid and all you can give me is his name and
address?!"
A short, boy no older than 16 sat in an old office swivel chair, quite frightened of his superior officer in such a state. He pushed his slightly tattered glasses back up his nose before replying.
"You did not specify on what information you would like to have gathered, therefore-" But he could not finish, for Agent Cordell was on a temper, and you never contradict and Agent with a temper without getting hurt.
"Did I ask you of your opinion?" The blank, worried look on Josh's face was all she needed. "Fine. You have two hours to get me a full background check on this Zioa kid, or your job is history."
"Y-y-y-yes ma'am." He replied shakily, before turning to his computer and typing quickly on his keyboard.
Agent Cordell strode out of the office, still a little red in the face from the yelling, but otherwise normal. As she strolled down the shabby blue carpeted hallway of the police station, she nodded to people in similar but much larger offices. They were all sweating and hot, hunched over their computer keyboards. Even Agent Cordell, who never minded the warm weather, cursed the heat under her breath. She also cursed the stupid air conditioner, that had to break in the heat wave of the century.
Finally, she reached the end of the hallway, and pushed open the "staff only" doors into the main "reception room" of sorts. If you could really call it that. With the heat wave striking harder than ever, and the air conditioner broken, they kept what blinds that weren't torn closed, so the main room was always dark.
What once was a smooth, fake marble curved desk, was now covered completely with coffee mugs and documents. The floor was dusty, and sticky in spots where people had spilled their morning coffee some time ago. It was all together a pretty dismal place for a workplace, and most of the workers dreaded their arrival each new day to this stink hole. Agent Cordell nodded to the receptionists before exiting through the double doors.
Out into the hot sun she went, walking briskly into the underground police station parking lot. She stood there for a moment, contemplating whether or not to take a police car to her destination or not.
She thought it best not to. Best not risk it, this is a shady place you're going to after all, she thought. Walking up to a small, four-door sedan, she took out her keys and quickly pulled the right one. Inserting it into the lock, and climbing in, she reviewed her orders in the back of her mind.
"Check out this location." Her manager had said as he handed her an address of a local underground complex. She pulled out the very same paper, and reviewed the address.
Turning the key and revving the engine, she drove out of the parking lot and back into the hot sun.
After some frustrating turning around and around, searching for the way to get to the underground parking lot provided for the complex, she drove into in a rush. A small, rather fat man sat at the booth seat, and barely looked up at her through his dark glasses.
"Fee's 5 bucks ma'am." He said in a rather annoyed, bored tone.
Agent Cordell fished around the glove compartment for the money the police station provided the under-cover policemen. Grasping a five-dollar bill, she hastily handed it to him, and sped through the gate as soon as it was open.
She found it odd to find so many parking spaces taken, as it was only some sort of Beyblade tournament. But, none the less, she finally found an open spot, and drove into it. Quickly, she walked to the elevator, and pressed the bottom floor button over, and over again, until it finally began moving.
When she reached the bottom floor, and stepped out, she was immediately thrown into a busy throng of many teenagers and adults alike, as they hastily made their way to the entrance to the stadium. Agent Cordell searched the area for a ticket booth, fishing out a twenty-dollar bill to pay for the ticket. Noticing one, she quickly, which wasn't very fast in the vast sea of people, toward the ticket booth.
Flashing her badge to several people in line, she reached the front and bought a ticket, commenting only momentarily on the high price as she fished out the extra money. After buying her admittance, she went to the entrance, and handed another, short, fat man her ticket, and entered the stadium.
What she saw shocked her. Several thousand people, all screaming their lungs out, sat around a central bowl, as Agent Cordell thought of it, which was really the Beystadium. She climbed to her seat, and plopped down, looking bored as she searched the crowd for anyone suspicious looking. Cautiously, she but her hand on the butt of her gun, hoping that she wouldn't have to use it.
There was a great uproar of joy as some people in extravagant, and in the eyes of Agent Cordell, silly costumes. She couldn't help giggling at the funny state of the combatants as she watched them walk up to their side of the stadium. One from each side of the stadium walked up to the center of the ring, awaiting the announcer to count down to the beginning of the battle.
Suddenly, as if by answer, the announcer boomed on to the loud speakers.
"All right ladies and gents, welcome to the Beyblade Underground Competition. This is round one of the tournament. Be sure to come back tomorrow for the second round! Let's Begin! First, we have Poto of the Country Team!" The crowd cheered immensely. Agent Cordell noticed that the boy on the left. He was wearing a pair of over-all's, and a straw hat. Stereotype right down to the way he acted, spoke, and looked. "And, on for the Suburban Team, is Jason Ramirez." This person was slightly different. He wore a tattered Baseball cap, which was normal in the eyes of Agent Cordell, but his shoes and shirt were quite a different story. He wore little elf shoes, with the toe curled up. His shirt was shiny green and pink and blue. Agent Cordell couldn't help laughing at the colorful combatants.
Both Bladers clutched their launchers, ready for he count down. Finally, after a much dragged out countdown, they began. Agent Cordell found the competition serious, in spite of the funny costumes. She may have even ventured it exciting, before collecting herself.
Remembering the one, and only reason she was here, she looked around the stadium again. Once again, she found nothing but hysterical fans cheering on their favorite competitor. Finally, as the battle began to wind down, and the winner of this battle was clear, a shot rang out through the air. Many fans crouched down, and people cried out in alarm.
But, Agent Cordell was composed and ready. Noticing that the gunshot had hit one of the combatants Beyblade's, the winner's, she still feared the danger of the combatants she ordered them to get down under something until she check things out. She leapt onto the competition floor.
Whipping out her pistol, she searched the upper rafters and booths for celebrities and such, but found nothing. She hopped down into the dish in which the Beyblades had battled. She noticed that the point of entry had come from an angle upward. She looked toward and saw a man in a black cloak take aim straight at her. The crowd gasped as they noticed that she had pulled out another gun, obviously suspecting that she was the culprit who had shot at the Beybladers.
Quickly, Agent Cordell pointed her pistol at the position and fired three shots. She did not hit the culprit, but saw him flee into an upper exit leading to the stairs. Agent Cordell bolted for the exit door. Reaching it, she threw it open in a hurry, flashing her badge to the security guards as they called out for her to go back to her seat.
Bounding up the concrete stairs, she reached the top floor, and flung the double doors open. She looked straight into the black mask of the culprit who had fired the shot at the stadium. He was tall. Taller than she was. And much more muscular. He seemed to chuckle at the sight of her astonished expression.
Before he could act, she brought the butt of her handgun down hard onto the top of the cloaked man's head. He slumped to the floor, unconscious. Quickly, she cuffed the man and tore off his black mask. What she saw made her gasp.
A short, boy no older than 16 sat in an old office swivel chair, quite frightened of his superior officer in such a state. He pushed his slightly tattered glasses back up his nose before replying.
"You did not specify on what information you would like to have gathered, therefore-" But he could not finish, for Agent Cordell was on a temper, and you never contradict and Agent with a temper without getting hurt.
"Did I ask you of your opinion?" The blank, worried look on Josh's face was all she needed. "Fine. You have two hours to get me a full background check on this Zioa kid, or your job is history."
"Y-y-y-yes ma'am." He replied shakily, before turning to his computer and typing quickly on his keyboard.
Agent Cordell strode out of the office, still a little red in the face from the yelling, but otherwise normal. As she strolled down the shabby blue carpeted hallway of the police station, she nodded to people in similar but much larger offices. They were all sweating and hot, hunched over their computer keyboards. Even Agent Cordell, who never minded the warm weather, cursed the heat under her breath. She also cursed the stupid air conditioner, that had to break in the heat wave of the century.
Finally, she reached the end of the hallway, and pushed open the "staff only" doors into the main "reception room" of sorts. If you could really call it that. With the heat wave striking harder than ever, and the air conditioner broken, they kept what blinds that weren't torn closed, so the main room was always dark.
What once was a smooth, fake marble curved desk, was now covered completely with coffee mugs and documents. The floor was dusty, and sticky in spots where people had spilled their morning coffee some time ago. It was all together a pretty dismal place for a workplace, and most of the workers dreaded their arrival each new day to this stink hole. Agent Cordell nodded to the receptionists before exiting through the double doors.
Out into the hot sun she went, walking briskly into the underground police station parking lot. She stood there for a moment, contemplating whether or not to take a police car to her destination or not.
She thought it best not to. Best not risk it, this is a shady place you're going to after all, she thought. Walking up to a small, four-door sedan, she took out her keys and quickly pulled the right one. Inserting it into the lock, and climbing in, she reviewed her orders in the back of her mind.
"Check out this location." Her manager had said as he handed her an address of a local underground complex. She pulled out the very same paper, and reviewed the address.
Turning the key and revving the engine, she drove out of the parking lot and back into the hot sun.
After some frustrating turning around and around, searching for the way to get to the underground parking lot provided for the complex, she drove into in a rush. A small, rather fat man sat at the booth seat, and barely looked up at her through his dark glasses.
"Fee's 5 bucks ma'am." He said in a rather annoyed, bored tone.
Agent Cordell fished around the glove compartment for the money the police station provided the under-cover policemen. Grasping a five-dollar bill, she hastily handed it to him, and sped through the gate as soon as it was open.
She found it odd to find so many parking spaces taken, as it was only some sort of Beyblade tournament. But, none the less, she finally found an open spot, and drove into it. Quickly, she walked to the elevator, and pressed the bottom floor button over, and over again, until it finally began moving.
When she reached the bottom floor, and stepped out, she was immediately thrown into a busy throng of many teenagers and adults alike, as they hastily made their way to the entrance to the stadium. Agent Cordell searched the area for a ticket booth, fishing out a twenty-dollar bill to pay for the ticket. Noticing one, she quickly, which wasn't very fast in the vast sea of people, toward the ticket booth.
Flashing her badge to several people in line, she reached the front and bought a ticket, commenting only momentarily on the high price as she fished out the extra money. After buying her admittance, she went to the entrance, and handed another, short, fat man her ticket, and entered the stadium.
What she saw shocked her. Several thousand people, all screaming their lungs out, sat around a central bowl, as Agent Cordell thought of it, which was really the Beystadium. She climbed to her seat, and plopped down, looking bored as she searched the crowd for anyone suspicious looking. Cautiously, she but her hand on the butt of her gun, hoping that she wouldn't have to use it.
There was a great uproar of joy as some people in extravagant, and in the eyes of Agent Cordell, silly costumes. She couldn't help giggling at the funny state of the combatants as she watched them walk up to their side of the stadium. One from each side of the stadium walked up to the center of the ring, awaiting the announcer to count down to the beginning of the battle.
Suddenly, as if by answer, the announcer boomed on to the loud speakers.
"All right ladies and gents, welcome to the Beyblade Underground Competition. This is round one of the tournament. Be sure to come back tomorrow for the second round! Let's Begin! First, we have Poto of the Country Team!" The crowd cheered immensely. Agent Cordell noticed that the boy on the left. He was wearing a pair of over-all's, and a straw hat. Stereotype right down to the way he acted, spoke, and looked. "And, on for the Suburban Team, is Jason Ramirez." This person was slightly different. He wore a tattered Baseball cap, which was normal in the eyes of Agent Cordell, but his shoes and shirt were quite a different story. He wore little elf shoes, with the toe curled up. His shirt was shiny green and pink and blue. Agent Cordell couldn't help laughing at the colorful combatants.
Both Bladers clutched their launchers, ready for he count down. Finally, after a much dragged out countdown, they began. Agent Cordell found the competition serious, in spite of the funny costumes. She may have even ventured it exciting, before collecting herself.
Remembering the one, and only reason she was here, she looked around the stadium again. Once again, she found nothing but hysterical fans cheering on their favorite competitor. Finally, as the battle began to wind down, and the winner of this battle was clear, a shot rang out through the air. Many fans crouched down, and people cried out in alarm.
But, Agent Cordell was composed and ready. Noticing that the gunshot had hit one of the combatants Beyblade's, the winner's, she still feared the danger of the combatants she ordered them to get down under something until she check things out. She leapt onto the competition floor.
Whipping out her pistol, she searched the upper rafters and booths for celebrities and such, but found nothing. She hopped down into the dish in which the Beyblades had battled. She noticed that the point of entry had come from an angle upward. She looked toward and saw a man in a black cloak take aim straight at her. The crowd gasped as they noticed that she had pulled out another gun, obviously suspecting that she was the culprit who had shot at the Beybladers.
Quickly, Agent Cordell pointed her pistol at the position and fired three shots. She did not hit the culprit, but saw him flee into an upper exit leading to the stairs. Agent Cordell bolted for the exit door. Reaching it, she threw it open in a hurry, flashing her badge to the security guards as they called out for her to go back to her seat.
Bounding up the concrete stairs, she reached the top floor, and flung the double doors open. She looked straight into the black mask of the culprit who had fired the shot at the stadium. He was tall. Taller than she was. And much more muscular. He seemed to chuckle at the sight of her astonished expression.
Before he could act, she brought the butt of her handgun down hard onto the top of the cloaked man's head. He slumped to the floor, unconscious. Quickly, she cuffed the man and tore off his black mask. What she saw made her gasp.