State of Affairs

Shane’s POV:

My first love once told me there was a thin line between love and hate. She’s obviously never met Carmen, god, what on earth could I have done to deserve this? I mean I never signed up for this.

She’s smiling that devious smile at me again; I can only wonder what she’s got planned for me to do next. I’m supposed to be guarding her, blend in but keep her safe, it’s what I’m paid to do. Its my job. But instead, I’m stuck in a bar, watching her get drunk off her ass and hang all over this butch bitch.

Before you say anything, I’m NOT fuckin jealous!!!

Wait, I’m getting ahead of myself here. Maybe I should start from the beginning.

My name’s Shane McCutcheon, I graduated from UCLA at the top of my class, two years ago. Everyone thought I was crazy when I told them what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. They told me, I could have any job I wanted. And it was true, I had been offered dozens of jobs, all over the world, but they just weren’t me. I wanted to do something that could make a difference, I wanted to protect people. That’s why I became an agent.

My job description was not describable. I started of doing odd jobs that nobody wanted, while I was put through tactical training. A year later, I was guarding government officials in both the U.S. and in Allied countries. Then one day, I got a call from my supervisor. She informed me that I was going to be re-stationed. I didn’t mind, L.A. was getting boring anyway.

Then I asked her where. She told me D.C., but she didn’t tell me why. I never imagined that I would be assigned to the White House, let alone be guarding the President. It was the greatest honor, to be given a chance to protect the President. However, it did come with consequences.

After 6 months of guarding Eagle One, aka President Bette Porter, without any threats or screw ups in security, I got shot at. One evening, while walking President Porter and her partner back to their limo, some asshole pulled the trigger. My body reacted to the situation before my mind could and being the closest Agent to the president, I jumped in between her and the person who shot. I pushed her into an unmarked security van, which sped off down the street.