Ages of characters: Siobhan: 49, Seth: 51, August: 25, Darius: 18, Dakota (Jackson's sister): 63
Tonight should be the biggest bust since I started the exchange program in Windenburg's federal intelligence group. Sometimes I had to pinch myself to believe my life. I'd come so far since back when I'd almost got convicted of murdering Daniel Fortner--a murder that was still unsolved. And losing both Beau and Briar put me into a deep depression I'd never known before. But the best thing I did was to get out of the states, away from everything and my old life, starting fresh. Graduating in criminal justice at Windenburg University, I'd gotten hired in the US at a small FBI agency in Beaverton. But then the exchange program came up, and I'd jumped at the chance to stay in Windenburg until I could get a bigger position at a large city in the US.
I loved Windenburg and staying here for a few more years made me happy. Especially since I'd been dating the best woman who fit me and my life perfectly. Her name was Alex Cross. We started living together about six months ago, and I couldn't be more contented.
Alex was gone a lot during football season--she was a professional player, and it worked with my schedule since I'd volunteer for undercover jobs while she was away.
My mark was where my boss told me he'd be. I was undercover tonight as a huge drug dealer. I had a cash load of 800,000 Euros waiting at a drop point. I'd give him the money, he'd give me a shitload of cocaine. Of course, once I got what I'd wanted, I'd arrest him. Should be easy.
"Mr. Schmidt," I said. My German was for shit, but hell, most people could speak English here.
"You the broker?" he asked in German. At least after all these years, I was good at understanding better than speaking it.
"That's me," I said, nodding.
"Take me to it," he said, glaring. "Better be as much as your boss boasted. My bossman doesn't like being made the fool."
I jerked my head for him to follow me. Our agents had secured this place a while back. It looked the part and was in a seedy neighborhood on the north side.
"Count it. It's all there," I said.
The guy looked in the bag, rummaged through it a bit then smiled. "Lucky for you it's all here," he said.
Then he ran out of the place, secured a duffle bag and came back. He dropped it at my feet.
"Thank you for doing business with us," I said, casually, so he would feel comfortable.
Grinning like a cat who'd caught a bird in its mouth, he nodded. "Likewise."
I pulled out my gun and ordered, "Hands up. I'm a federal agent. You're under arrest."
Flipping the table, he bolted out the door.
Damn. A runner. He was a little punk. I should be able to catch him fairly easily.
"Stop!" I yelled. "Or I'll shoot!"
I fired a few rounds to scare him. He slowed a bit and looked back.
Then he scampered into the ruins. I had him! There was no where he could scurry to--it was a dead end.
Catching up quickly, I jumped high, kicking his chin, sending him careening backward.
Before he could recover, I was on him with my gun pointed at his skull. "Come with me or lose your life," I growled.
He held his hands up with no more resistance.
Sometimes, I really loved my job. The most satisfying thing was catching a thug and giving him to the police.
After I'd dropped the felon at the police station and turned in the cash and dope, I changed out of my costume and into my work clothes. I had a lot of paperwork to catch up on, though. I just wanted to get home before 10 PM. Alex's workout schedule forced her to go to bed early, and I'd been out late with work almost every night this week.
"Hello, August," Mila Schneider, one of my coworkers greeted me. Not looking up from her work, she said, "Boss wants to see you."
This jolted me. First of all, our boss, Special Agent Sophia Fischer, never worked past 6 PM, and secondly, never wanted to speak to us outside of a meeting unless we were in trouble. "Scheisse," I cussed. That's one thing I picked up quickly here. Cussing in German sounded way worse than just saying shit in my own language.
"She didn't say you were in trouble, August," Mila tried to soothe me.
"Yeah, but did she say I wasn't?" I asked.
"No...but...what did you do wrong?"
I shrugged. She'd yelled at me before for screwing up stuff I had no clue I did. And all I wanted to do was file this report and go home. Looked like I was in for an ass chewing session.
I want to thank CitizenErased14 for allowing me to adopt one of her spares, Alex Cross, for this story! She's August's new girlfriend. Her personality fits for August at this time.
Next update is on Wednesday, February 14th
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