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 both her arms to lead her in. They dragged her for about three minutes until they stopped.
"Well, well, look who we have here." She heard his voice. Kanzel. He is one of the most dangerous drug lords in the city with over one billion capital in drug export. When the DEA finally got ahold of his men, he held hostage the children of every DEA Agent working on the case. Now, Carella Jones was sent to negotiat terms of his mens release and the safety of the children. Kanzel knew that Carella was blind so what better way to negotiate than with the person that can't see your face. She stood there in front of him steady with no sign of fear but then again he can't see her eyes so he walked closer to her and removed her galsses. Her eyes might have been open but her gaze was else where. She knew he stood in front of her but she couldn't get her eyes to move to his direction. She tried but she missed his eyes. He was now sure she could not see or if she did, he was ready to put a bullet between her eyes. He pulled her right arm out and placed her sun glasses in her hand. "Now" said Kanzel " Let's negotia...."BOOM.
Before he could finish the sentence , a boomb went off. Or was it boombs... she wasn't sure. Their plan went south. This was not supposed to happen. The explosion sent everyone flying. Carella was thrown against the wall and on to the floor. Before they could recover, another one went off in the other room. Not many died but it had a huge empact. Next thing she knew, some one was grabing her by the collar and shaking her. Due to the explosion, she couldn't hear anything. But slowly her hearing came back to her.
"We should go..." one of the men yelled. "What about her?" The other one asked in an equal screaming voice. She was struggling to get back to her feet when she heard Kanzel's voice. She turned to where his voice came. "Leave her.." he screamed. After a while, the police arrived and pulled her out of the house. She knew the only reason he let her live was because she didn't see his face. She was no threat to him. It was her inability to see that spared her.But that day, she failed her mission for the first time. And that loss forced her to retire.She always knew that now, she might have been spared but it was only a matter of time until kanzel came knocking at her door.
"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."T
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
"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
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
They couldn't believe it. There was nothing, not even a single drop of drugs in the flower pots. They distroyed her entire garden, hoping to finally catch Kanzel. But all they accomplished was to break every thing in her garden.James and Doneld sent the rest of their team away and asked the maid to take them to carella.Carella was sitting on her arm chair sipping tea through a beautiful golden cup. She still wore her sun glasses which now makes sence to both the agents as she was blind.When she heard foot steps coming to her direction, she pulled up her tea cup for Mark to place it down on the coffee table.When they finally reached the living room, Mark gestured with his hand for them to sit as far as possible from Carella.The room broke in silence. James and Doneld looked around to the result of their investigation. The once beautiful and sparkly living room was covered with soil that was spilled out of the
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
"It's going to be okay. They will never know." Mark kept assuring Carella that the agent or anyone for that matter will never find out about her secret.Carella had once again asked him if the agent would find out and every time she did, mark would tell her that they couldn't know. But the more she thought about it, the tighter her chest gets.But it seems like Carella was not the only one who was loseing sleep. James had been laying awake almost every night, unable to get that woman out of his head.Carella Jones...he thought to himself 'why do you bother me so much?'He wanted to prove her guilty. But every time he thinks about her being apart of Kanzel's crew, he feels sick. And the need to prove her innocent grows every minute.James has never had this kind of reaction towards a criminal, If she is a criminal. And that some how upsets him. He has never met someone harder to read than Carella and the need to break down
Carella decided to go out with Maria to get more pots for her flowers and new seeds to grow because the agents destroied hers.But because of the feer of being recognized, she barely makes it out of her car.So while Mark and her waited in the car, Maria would go in to buy the kind of pots Carella likes.Carella leans her head against the car seat and sighs heavy. Her lips were pressed tightly against eachother.Her mind rides back to Kalven. Her late husband who was taken from her by a drunk driver. How unluck her life has been.Everytime she finds a way to be happy, the univers takes it from her.She doesn't allow herself to think of him though. Because it made her feel like her scars are being cut open in to a fresher wounds, making her bleed until she feels light headed.How much she misses him. A smile ghosts her lips as she remembers him. The man that playfuly warmed her stiff and cold self. The man who loved her nomatter what. The man who never judged her