The Only Mistake PT 1

CH 1

Made the fatal mistake,
Like I did once before,
A tendency just to take,
Till the purpose turned sour…

As the Assistant Director of the F.B.I. I have lived and seen a lot of things. Some pleasant most of them not so pleasant. A little over 2 years ago  one of my more seasoned yet young agents stormed into my office and asked me what was the meaning of justice? She asked me how evidence could lead to someone, how it could prove without a shadow of a doubt that someone did something horrible …she asked me how could they still get away with it? She has seen first hand how the just justice system on occasion could fail you, this agent a victim of the justice system she was sworn to protect. A justice system she now had no belief in, no patience for. I couldn’t blame her. If it were my girlfriend, the love of my life, I would doubt it just as much as she did.

My answer to her was simple. Justice has flaws, nothing was ever solid. Everything has cracks and that’s what comes with the job. I suggested to Carmen that maybe she needed time to cope with her loss. Her answer was a polite fuck you. She told me that she was going to build a case against this street racer person. I reminded her that the F.B.I. was not a office of grinding personal axes. I told her that the best thing for her was time to cope with her loss. She wasn’t hearing me though.

One of my brightest and youngest agents was in a hell I knew nothing of.

Time went by and I assumed that she made her peace. When I received the memo from the D.E.A. about the possibility of a joint task force to handle a growing connection with street racing and a heavy  movement of Crystal Meth, I wondered if this agent of mine had found a  voice within the D.E.A. to hear her call for revenge. As far as I was concerned this “Havoc” was nothing more than a petty thug;. The evidence spoke other wise. Add the involvement of several members of Bakersfield finest in cahoots and we had he makings of joint taskforce.