The morning sun filtered through the curtains. The bump under the covers moved. Shane covered her eyes from the sun. She had been through a rough month. Her captian had put her through rigorous training and now she was to go undercover and bust the biggest drug lord in L.A., Morales, Cezar deLa Pica Morales. She had worked for this day ever since she got out of rehab. Shane was going to pay him back for what he did. She worked day and night for this. For revenge.

Her phone rang.

Bette: Where are you?

Shane: Just got up.

Bette: Get yourself over to the station, we’re starting.

Shane: Kay, got it.

Today she felt eager to reach the station. She couldn’t wait. The blood in her veins pumped through her heart rapidly. She got dressed and tucked her gun into its holster and put on her leather jacket. Hopped onto her motorcycle and sped down the street and towards the police station.

Bette was waiting in the briefing room with Tina as Shane walked in.

Bette: McCutcheon, you’re late. We said 8 but look at the time 9 Shane, 9.

Shane: I know, just get it over with. I don’t want to be here long either.

Bette: Be punctual. Those mobsters won’t be as nice as we are. Tina will brief you over on your new identity. She will give you all the things you need for your undercover mission. Get it over with McCutcheon. I want him alive, so you, don’t even lay a finger on him.

Bette’s nose was nearly touching Shane’s.

Shane: Fine, but if he’s killed because I’m defending myself, it’s not my fault.

Bette: Then I’d rather want you dead.

Shane gave her a sly smile. Bette and Tina always looked after her and they wouldn’t want her with a bullet through her head or anywhere else.

Shane: You know you wouldn’t want that. I’m your best.

Bette hated losing arguments to Shane, but somehow Shane always won even if she didn’t have a witty remark. Tina cleared her throat.

Tina: Time is of the essence here guys. I need to finish. His daughter isn’t going to be available for us to catch all day long, ya know.