Stuck in Between (FBI story.)

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“He’s coming your way, be ready.” I ordered my mother.
I’m only sixteen, so every mission I came on my mother and her partner Trevor were of company.
My family is an FBI family. Everyone in my family had been an FBI agent at some point in their life, and I had every intention to become one myself. But I started the work early. They usually don’t let young people work as an agent. But the bureau needed a teenage girl for a lot of missions, for putting up a façade, and lately I was the only way we got information. The team captain, Max Kane had allowed me to come on almost every mission with my mother. So it was kind of my thing, and I loved it. The only down side was that I couldn’t really have friends, because my story and location changes ever so often. My name changes every new mission, so we won’t be recognized.
I'm Kelsey Taylor, sixteen year old FBI agent.

Submitted: July 29, 2012

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Submitted: July 29, 2012

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Kelsey POV
I elbowed my way through the crowd. My brown hair blowing behind me in the wind.
My eyes, fixated on one person, and person only. Michael Reid.

We had been chasing him for two months on end, and yet we had nothing but failed attempts. He always seemed to get away, no matter what the circumstances were, but I was sure this time, that we would capture him. My eyes narrowed in on his head. His red hair, flowing past his ears. He didn’t know I was following him, so he was walking at a slow pace. I would have gotten him by now; it’s just that New York cities streets are too crowded. I’d already fallen to many times. But even with the streets being crowded, Reid simply sauntered through sea of people, as if they weren’t there at all. It almost appeared that they were actually parting down the middle just for him to walk by, but then regroup as they met me. My legs were tired. For a slow paced walker, he sure did cover a lot of ground. He looked back. His piercing green eyes stared at my face. Then it hit him. He knew who I was.
With that he took off running. I began to run, as fast as I could. I began to pick up the pace. My cell phone continuously hit me on the right leg as I ran. I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and screamed into it.
“He’s coming your way, be ready.” I ordered my mother.
I’m only sixteen, so every mission I came on my mother and her partner Trevor were of company.
My family is an FBI family. Everyone in my family had been an FBI agent at some point in their life, and I had every intention to become one myself. But I started the work early. They usually don’t let young people work as an agent. But the bureau needed a teenage girl for a lot of missions, for putting up a façade, and lately I was the only way we got information. The team captain, Max Kane had allowed me to come on almost every mission with my mother. So it was kind of my thing, and I loved it. The only down side was that I couldn’t really have friends, because my story and location changes ever so often. My name changes every new mission, so we won’t be recognized.
I’ve moved a total of seventeen times in the past year. I’ve had more then seventeen new names. It’s really tough remembering what I’m supposed to tell people. Sometimes I think I’m going to give us away or something, it’s a scary thought.

“Got it,” my mother said in reply to my demand.
‘ We’re finally going to catch him!’ I think to myself. It’s been two months, chasing the same person. Michael Reid could get out of everything, and anything.
I began to sprint, looking down at the pavement. I saw someone’s shoes slightly ahead of me, so I looked up and tried to maneuver myself out of the way. But I of course was too late. I looked at the lady. I had knocked us both down. Her green eyes seemed to plead for help. She had blonde dread locks pulled up into a messy bun, and tattoos covering her, from head to toe. She was wearing a white tank top, and green combat pants, and boots. She was carrying a duffle bag. She looked me straight in the eye, pushed me out of the way, and continued to walk away quickly. I shook my head; if that wasn’t suspicious, I don’t know what was.
I continued running. Looking straight ahead at my mother.
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Amari POV
I walked down the busy streets and looked to my left and right. I had to get this bag to Potter. My life depends on it. If I get stopped for one more thing, I’m dead.
I looked up, and collided with her. The brunette sprinted straight into me. She took up both down. I looked into her grey eyes.

‘Please help me,’ I could tell, my eyes were showing it. Maybe she would help me.
Then she moved away from me.
I stood up and stumbled away quickly. What am I thinking? I can’t waste time. Potter said if I tell anyone, I’m definitely dead. I couldn’t do it.
With my duffle bag in hand I ruffled my hair. I rounded the street corner and ran into an alley. After walking for about five minuets in the alley way, I saw a basement door. I pushed it open, the dark was over coming. I looked around. It smelt like mold, and I could hear water dripping, of in a far corner somewhere. Then all of the sudden, the light blinked on. I saw him. He jet black hair, and blue eyes staring at me.

“You’re late,” his husky voice bellowed. I couldn’t tell if he was angry or not.

“I’m sorry, I had some problems,” I replied, I couldn’t think of any excuse.
“You’re about to have a lot more,” he said smirking. My heart dropped. He had fire in his eyes, he wasn’t happy. He was a violent person, and I admit; everything about him scared me.
“ Please don’t kill me, please. It won’t happen again,” I pleaded, hoping that I could change his mind. My life literally, flashing before my eyes. My life literally depended on his next few words.
“If I saved you this time, and it happens again, things will be worse. You understand me?” he said quickly. I was so happy on the inside. Of course I didn’t show it.
“Yes, I promise Mr. Potter.” I said quietly. My stomach was unsettled. I was nervous, even though he told me; he wasn’t going to kill me. He walked towards me. I swallowed hard. My pulse was racing.
‘He’s going to hurt me,’ I think to myself. He just told me he wasn’t going to hurt me. I was literally confused. He raised his large hand above his hand, and began to bring it down.
His hand settled on the duffle bag.
“Thank you, love.” He said smiling. He walked back over to the light switch, turns it off, and disappeared.
‘I’m safe!’ I thought to myself in the dark.
‘For now,’ I added. I turned around hand headed out the door I came in.
I heard a boy’s voice.
“Addie, hurry up dad’s going to freak!” warned the boy’s voice, in a quiet hushed tone.
I walked out of the basement, and came face to face with Noah, and Addie Potter. Mr. Potter’s twin teenagers.
“Who are you?” Noah asked looking into my eyes.
I got up and sprinted away.
Not bothering to answer the boy’s question.
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Kelsey POV

Trevor attacked Reid. He took him down on the sidewalk.
“FBI, you’re under arrest.” Trevor continued to tell Michael Reid the same thing he told every criminal he arrested.
“Good Job Kel,” My mom said grinning at me.
“Mom, I didn’t do anything, but thanks I guess,” I said returning the smile.  
My mother pulled her phone out of her pocket, and dialed the office.
“We got him. We need a car here for pickup.” She said professionally. My mother was a very professional person, on the job. But usually at home, she was wild, and crazy. She hung up the phone. She walked over to Trevor and Reid.
She whispered in Trevor’s ear, and he nodded. His face was expressionless. He was stone cold on the job. When I first met him I thought he was a mean guy. We’ve actually become really good friends.
I had to stay away from Reid; he could be dangerous now that he realized he was going to be arrested. I had to stay away.
I put my back up against a brick wall, and slid down to sit on my butt.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket.
I looked through my contacts, for something to do. I looked through my contacts. I only had two. I wasn’t allowed to use my government phone, for anything more than FBI work. I had nothing to do. I put my phone in my lap and began looking into the crowd of people. As the people walked by, I tried to guess their names.
‘Amy, Derek, Claudia, Donna.’ I thought in my head as all the people walked by me. None of them paid any attention to me, but I guess it’s just how the people in New York live.

 


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