Kevin-Pov.
Oh great, not only are my parents getting seprated but i have to move away with my mom. Not complaining much though since i chose to stay with my mother than my father but the move was a bit sudden. I left everyone i know back at home and it really sucks. I know that i won't have any problem making new friends at the college i just transfered to so hopefuly this year won't suck at all. After my mom insisted on dropping me off, i got out of the car and was stopped on my track with a scream of a highpitched girl yelling happybirthday. I followed the sound and noticed two girls. One was jumping up and down like a little girl while the other looked at her with a slight smile. The jumpy one was a bit taller and was clothed in full designers iteam while the other wore just average clothe.I saw the jumpy one hand her a little box so i assumed that the other one was the birthday girl. I tried to look away before i looked like a creep but for some reason though, i just can't look away from her. Not the jumpy one but her friend who was reciving the gift that looked like it burdened her for a while but gave a huge smile.I am glade they didn't notice me or i would have freeked them out. After they walked away, i made my way to the headmasters office to collect my scheduel and i asked if i could take extenssion classes when i don't have any. The first extenssion i took was history. What can i say, am a history nerd. And my luck was great cause i didn't have any class on the first period as the teacher hasn't been showing up, i decided to take the history class. When i walked in, i was asked to introduce myself. And that was when i saw her.Both our eyes met immedeately and it felt like time froze. But she looked at me like i had grown three heads or something then she looked away. Why did she look at me like that. After introducing myself i took a glance of her one more time hoping she would look up but she didn't. Seeing as there was an empty chair at the far coronr, i took it but i still couldn't keep my eyes off of her wishing that she would look back just once so i could see her beaming green eyes again. But the next thing i know, she puffed as if she was holding her breath for a long time and stared gasping for air.That was super weird and i wanted nothing more that to talk to her or atleast learn her name. But the rest of the day, nada. She was nowhere to be found. So in hops of seeing her again tomorrow, i went home. And the next day at history class, there she was standing at the door looking at me with the same expression she had yesterday. It felt intense for a few seconds but her friend pushed her to her sit. Shit, why did i just stare when i could have said something. After the class started and it was said that she and i were going to be partners on a project, i couldn't handle my joy. Now knowing that i would be seeing her soon, i relaxed and walked out of the class thinking i should make a good impression when we talk for the first time.And the next day in class i would have to sit next to her to discuse the project but when i got to class, she was nowhere to be found. The teacher saw me standing in confussion when he finally apoke to me."Mr. Mint, you are going to have to join one of the teams for the project, your partner has dropped the class!"What the hell? Why did she drop the class. I looked over at her jumpy friend who stared at me with the same fruatration i was feeling. So i made sure to talk to her after the class was over."Wait...why did your friend drop the class?" I aske her after catching up with her fast pace.She looked at me in mestrey "why do you care?" She asked sounding a bit protective."She was supposed to me my partner." Was all i could say to the unsetteling feeling in my chest. She must have looked through the little detail i gave her as she sighed in more fristration. But it seemed like her frustration was towards someone eles."Look, if you want to talk to her, then don't come and ask me why she dropped the class. Go and ask her yourself. I think that would make a better, don't you think." I felt like that was code for something but fine i will talk to her myself. But when her friend attempted to walk away i stopped her again."Atleast tell me her name?" I might have sounded a little too desperate than i would have liked. She looked back at me and smiled "Light Angle."Wow even her name is devin just as her eyes. I made it my mission to look for her in the classes i took but she was no where to be found. My major was architecture but i didn't know hers' making it harder. I should have asked her friend to tell me her schedual too.But enough for the mestrey girl, i am now looking for a part time job. My mom and i are having finacial problems since my dad cut us off after they got divorced so i thought i should help my mom.The entire day, i felt like some one was following me but i couldn't quite pick out a person who looked like they would stalk me so i let it go. It was impossible to find a part time job with reasonable pay.As i was struggling, i heard a woman calling for help behind me. I looked over and she looked like she could use some help with all the paper bags she was carring. Looking as no one wanted to help her, i reached out it time before she stumbled off of her balance."Oh, thank you!" She beamed a large smile. She looked familer but she was wearing sunglasses so i couldn't quite see her full face to place her."Can you see me to my car?" She asked and i nodded my answer. As i followed her my mind got back to finding a way for a part time job. I kept sighing over and over again."Is something bothering you young man?" The lady asked. I hesitateld for a while and told her every thing. She looked at me with worry that confused me. When we reached her car she finally spike again."Thank you.... i have been looking for someone to help around the house and my garden but haven't found anyone else. If your up for the job i can offer it to you." She spoke like she was a worried mother.I can't help but be excited "what king of a job is it?" I asked."Well...... watering the garden, walking the dogs and maybe sometimes help with the cleaning..." cleaning someones house is not really what i was expecting. And from the look of the car, it looked like she is a super rich woman and they make their workers wear a uniform. I was not up for that.Seeig my hestiation "oh look at my manners, i haven't even introduced myself. My name is Hazel. Hazel Angle." Said the woman and took off her galssed and threw her hand in for a shack.I got confused but her eyes looked exactly like the ones that i have been searching for. "Are you in anyway related to a Light Angle?" I asked. She smiled "yes, she is my daughter."That means i just got offered to work at her house. At this point i didn't think about anything else. I quickly took her hands for a firm shack."I accept the job!" I said to her surpries."I haven't told you the payment yet." She said smilling."I still accept."If being a maid was all it was going to talk to see her, then so be it.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
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
"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 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!"
"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
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