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Feedback: Please and be honest. and Monica were trying to do their work. They kept glancing up at Donovan's office. Donovan had called Jake into his office for a new assignment.
"It's been twenty minutes. Nobody got shot yet." Cody remarked, grateful he wasn't Jake.
"Well, it's not over yet." Monica added, hearing Jake yell.
"You can't be serious!" Jake yelled. "Why me?"
"I don't know, Jake." Donovan tried to calm him down. He knew Jake wasn't going to like this assignment, but Bloom stated that Jake was requested specifically for the job. He handed Jake the case file.
"What's my cover?" Jake asked, grabbing the file before he sat down.
"No cover." Donovan responded.
"No cover? I go in as myself?" Jake asked, wondering what he's in for.
"You're not going undercover. Your job is protection. Carolyn Mendez. She witnessed a hit ordered by Hector Alaimo. She has to testify to make sure he goes to prison, and she has to stay alive to do that. That's where you come in." Donovan explained.
"They asked for me to do this? I don't like this. It sounds like a setup." Jake said expressing his concerns, meaning Quito Real or Sonny Walker.
"I've checked Jake. It's not a set up. She'll be waiting for you at the safe house. This might be a long assignment," Donovan replied handing him the address.
Jake grabbed the paper and headed out of the office. As he was heading down the stairs, he noticed that Cody had a smirk on his face. "What's so funny?" Jake asked tossing the file on the desk.
"No one got shot." he replied, trying to look serious.
"Well, the day's not over yet." Jake replied grabbing his helmet and the file before storming out the door.
Monica couldn't help but laugh at that comment. Alex walked in the building with a confused look on her face. "Did I miss something?" she asked them.
"Why?" Monica asked.
"I passed Jake in the parking lot and he was muttering something about being a 'glorified babysitter.'" she explained.
"Jake's new assignment." Donovan responded, walking down the stairs. "Cody, I want video set up in the safe house. I want to know exactly what happens there. Something about this case makes me uneasy"
"Got it, Boss." He was already making a list in his mind of what he needed.
"You didn't tell Jake everything about this case, did you?" Monica asked.
"Jake has the file. He can read it." Donovan replied.
"What about the case?" Alex asked.
"Jake's babysitting a witness, who just happens to love making disappearing acts." Monica replied shooting Donovan a nasty look for not filling Jake in on the acts.
"Cody, make sure you have everything ready." Donovan smiled and left them to wonder, as he casually returned to his office.
Jake parked his bike in back of the apartment building. He looked around, memorizing his surroundings. "Great! Our relief is here!" Jake heard. Turning to see where the voice was coming from, he saw the two agents leaving the building.
"Can't you guys learn to blend in?" he asked, remarking on their dark suits and sunglasses. They screamed 'Federal Agent.'
"Ha ha. Laugh now, Golden Boy. You won't be, in a couple hours." He tossed the keys to Jake, sneering.
Shrugging off their remarks, Jake walked into the apartment. Carolyn Mendez. Thirty-three years old. She had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Jake saw her sitting on the couch watching TV. She looked up and smiled at him.
"Don't just stand there," she smiled, "come in and close the door before the goon squad decided to come back."
Jake couldn't help but laugh at her comment. "Hi. I'm..." he started to say.
"You're Agent Jake Shaw," she finished for him.
"How did you know?" he asked, placing his hand on his weapon, wondering if this was a setup.
"I make it a point to know the person I'm working with, Agent Shaw. Remove your hand from your weapon, I won't hurt you." she smiled, motioning for him to sit down, "Unless you want me too."
"Working with? I don't understand." Jake said sitting down, watching her, hand still near his weapon.
"You're a man of character Agent Shaw. We're going to get along just fine. We have a lot to talk about," she purred
