Carella Jones is walking towards the house leading herself with her white cane in her right hand. She walked carefully as to not fall and make a fool of herself while she was working. She is nervous as always but her face shows no sign of fear and her eyes were covered by her sunglass. As always she knows she was walking in to a danger zone but lives of others depended on her. She was the best at her field of hostage negotiator because she was blind. Her inability to see the faces of the criminals made her suitable to get hostages out safely. As she was walking towards the house she was informed to go to, she heard footsteps coming near her. She stopped as she figuered she had gotten close enough. She knows what comes after this. They will search her to make sure she was not carrying any weapon. She wore a light dress that stopes at her knees and are sleeveless to avoid being touched. When they see that she had no place to hide any weapon, they took her white cane and grabed her with b
"What the hell happened here?" Asked James Walker to his partner Doneld Crane. "There was a shoot out." Doneld answered. "I can see that. But what caused it?" James asked an other question.Doneld nodded to one of the dead bodies on the floor and said "it looks like a disagreement between a dealer and his clients.""The shoot out took place behind a conventional store at mid-night. The clients are Toby and Kiel. These guys have been in and out of jail for the past couple of years for petty theft and drug abuse. The dealer on the other hand works for a drug over lord the DEA has been hunting for years now. Kanzel."As the chief explained every agent started murmuring when they heard the name "kanzel" "How is that possible?" James asked "no one have seen or heard anything from Kanzel in seven years. How can we be sure that the dealer works for him?""Ya" his partner continued "some even say he died in the explosion."The chief frowned and looked at the two who just spoke. "Well, K
James ran over to his partner's as soon as he told him about the drugs in the flower pot. When he arrived, the place was already filled with agents. As soon as he walked in, Doneld ran to him. "What happened?" James asked. "When the pot fail on the floor, it broke and two bags just sliped right out from the pot." "Does this mean the lady from the shop is the supplier?" James asked. They both looked at eachother with confussion. First thing in the morning, they got a warrant and stormed down at the shop. The lady from the shop got under arrest. Every single flower was confiscated by the DEA and as they were examined, almost more than half had two bags of drugs inside the pots. So now, it was time for interogation.James and Doneld walked in and stared at the lady from the shop. As soon as she saw them, she broke down in tears. "I swear... Detectives. I didn't do anything. I don't know anything." Her accent made it even harder to understand her with her crying. "Calm down!"
"Carella Mink."As soon as they got the name of Robel Petros' supplier, James and Doneld got her address and rushed over to her place.When they reached their destination they were amazed. The house was not just big but also beautiful. From the special curve like gate to the front door and the green garden that surrounded the mansion was mind blowing. They collected their jaws and walked to the gate to ring the bell. A womans voice answered their call and asked them who they are and what their business was. After they told the lady through the speaker that they were DEA Agents and that they had a couple of questions for Carella Mink, it became quite. They stood there for a while and decided to ring the bell one more time. This time it was not a lady in a speaker that greeted them but a man in a suit from the front door.The man in the black suit opened the front gates, "Follow me please detectives." he said in a commanding tone."We're not detectives, we are Agents!" said Doneld hoping
James and Doneld went back to their office and pulled out everything they could find on Carella Mink. Most of her file just says that she has been in the flower buisness for about six years, that she has a son of age 6 called Brian Mink, that her husband died a couple of years back but that was it. There was no more data on Carella Mink before seven years back. And that rose some suspision in both the agents eyes.Doneld still can't shack the fact that he knows her somewhere. He kept staring at her picture that was displayed on his monetor.Doneld and James seemed to be lost. James is almost convinced that Carella is behind all of this and that she is some how related to the Kazel case. And Doneld hasn't said a word as he kept looking at her photo as he moves his head from side to side. "I am almost positive i know her." Doneld commented to his partner that was sitting next to him. After a few minutes though, all his questions were answered as one of the agents walked up to him and a
James was beyond annoyed. He sat at his desk next to his partner and looked at the closed file of carella Mink- Carella Jones- on his desk. How could everything be clean. Maybe someone tiped her off. Maybe she had everything cleaned before they went to her house.James couldn't let go of the fact that she bothered him too much. He had always been the one to listen to his guts. And his guts has never been wrong. But this time, it's as if, that gut feeling doesn't quite know what to process. Doneld on the other hand seemed to think that Carella was not guilty but that doesn't mean she was not connected some how. As he was roaming the files he could find on the so called best hostage negotiator, he came across a paper. It was her birth certificate. Finally. He thought to himself. It was impossible to find anything on Carella Jones. All there was publicaly was few articles that were written seven years ago. Most of the magezines at that time only spoke of Carella and Kanzel. But after
Light-POVI am running again, but from what? I have been having these dreams for a while now. Ever since i met my wolf and turned for the first time, i haven't had a good night sleep. I always weak up breathing heavy, looking around my dark room, wondering what was chasing me. But the minuet i wake up, i forget all but the fact that i was running in my wolf form.I roll out of bed after i woke up and walked out of my room and into my fathers study. I saw my father, the Alpha of Silver fang pack passed out on his chair as he leaned his head on his desk full of papers. Being the only child of the Alpha and being a daughter puts too much pressure on him. If only i was a son, then i could have help ease the burden but my father doesn't want me to get involved in pack business. He said and i quot "you are born a lady for a reason. Don't worry about the pack and enjoy your life. I will get help when you find your mate." Too bad i haven't found my mate yet. If i had found my mate, then my fat
'MATE!' her wolf screamed in her ears. She looked up to look at the new kid and their eyes met. She quickly looked away. This feeling was too much for her. Everything she was told about finding ones' mate was an understatement for this felt more that just love at first sight. A wave of emotion hits her over and over again as she heard him introduce himself to the class and took his sit at the far end of the class.Light-POVA human.... I am mated to a human. What the hell? This isn't happening. I was supposed to be mated to a sucessful wolf but a human? My father is going to kill me... wait a minute... am i not breathing? I was holding my breath for as long as i can and suddenly 'puuu' i let out a huge and loud breath. I can feel every ones' eyes on me including the teachers'. But the one that burned the most was the gaze that was coming from behind me and i know whose it was.'Ms. Angle, are you alright?' Our history teacher asked. Since this was an extension class i just stood up and