Shane sat down across from Tina. Tina took a small stack of folders and placed them in front of Shane. Bette took a seat at the head of the table. Tina flipped open the first folder.

Tina: You are Shane McCutcheon from New York. 25 year old, female, born on August 8th, 1985. You’re a bodyguard looking for a new job here in L.A. You got kicked off your other job cause you were too violent. You were an orphan from birth. And the rest of your life story, well you make that up and stick with it.

Shane: Why do I have to be violent?

Bette: It fits your personality.

Shane kicked bette from under the table and Bette tried to kick back after wincing but failed.

Tina shook her head. She had to be their mothers sometimes. Tina opened the next folder. Shane’s fist tensed.

Tina: Cezar deLa Pica Morales, Head of the Morales Gang. He owns over 80 percent of the clubs here in L.A. He has one daughter that he cherishes above everything else. His wife past away last year in a car accident. He has a godson named Carlos. He also runs drugs and illegal weapons to random gangs around. We need to know who he’s dealing to and catch him red handed.

Next file. Shane’s eyes sparkled for a moment. The girl in the picture looked so lonely and hurt. But at the same time, she was gorgeous. The long brown curls that fell over her shoulder. The lucious lips. Her eyes. Soft chocolatety. Shane gulped.

Bette: Pay attention.

Tina: Carmen deLa Pica Morales. You’re going to get from her to her father. We don’t have much info on her. She’s a year younger than you. Born on November 1st, 1986. We know that her father listens to her and she doesn’t like going out with bodyguards, but due to the accident with her mother last year, Cezar has tried to place protection around her. Though they usually get their ass kicked by her. She’s shopping right now. We’re going to send a couple of our guys after her. You are going to get her out.

Shane: Then what?

Bette: Well she’ll kick the living lights out of you. And her father’s one of many undercover bodyguards will obviously report back to Cezar. He’ll pick you right up. At least we hope that’s what will happen. If not, well you’re on your own. We’ll contact you. Don’t try to contact us. Leave your badge and your gun.

Tina slid a new wallet over to Shane.

Tina: Inside are your new IDs and credit cards.

Tina handed Shane a yellow packet, while Shane placed her gun, badge, and other personal items on the table.

Tina: Inside is a hotel key, and your passport. You’ll find all your clothes and other necessities waiting for you. But I don’t suspect you’ll be going there any time soon. So we’ve provided you with pictures of your room. The staff all have seen you. And also, that bike, has to stay with us.

Shane: What?!

Tina: You wouldn’t have one if you just moved here!

Shane looked angrily at them. At least she gets a new phone. She looked at her Blackjack2. Pocketing all her things she headed towards the door.

Bette: The girl is at the downtown shopping district. Walk. It’s not far.

Shane cursed under her breath. But ran out the door. She needed to get there before the thugs did. She wondered who Bette sent to get their ass kicked by her.

Bette: By the way, take it easy on Bobby!

Shane’s lips curved in a devilish smile. Her old partner. How lucky.

TBC