“–woah woah woah, hey, hang on a second–” mike’s hands are up, showing that he’s unarmed. he’s not here to hurt her – just the opposite, actually. “my name is special agent mike warren, i’m fbi, i’m here to get you out.”
they’d been tracing the solano cartel for what feels like years, even though it’s only been eight weeks since mike had been captured and nearly suffocated by carlos solano’s hired thugs. he wants nothing more than to see the man locked in a prison cell for the rest of his mortal life, but first mike needs to figure out a concrete link, something he can bring to his superiors. as much as his mind is telling him that bringing down as many big fish as he can will get him a fast track to deputy director… his heart is starting to tell him something else entirely. the thrill of being undercover, of doing this job that so few are able to do… while he’d been stuck behind a desk in washington he’d missed it. and now that he’s back… he’s not sure if he actually wants to leave again.
one thing at a time, though. for now, he needs to focus on getting this woman out of here. he holds out a hand to her, glancing over his shoulder at the sound of gunshots. paige, he hopes, and the tac team behind her, dealing with the people in the warehouse.
“c’mon– put that chair down, and let’s go.”
“I DON’T BELIEVE YOU—“ She immediately said, with anger in her voice. “You’ve given me no reason to.” A fire burned in her chest and around her eyes, that were now rimmed red with heavy purple bags laying beneath them. She kept the chair in front of her for protection, and when she heard the gunshots she flinched, pulling the chair higher. She was ready to fight “Special Agent Mike Warren” with everything she had. Her muscles came in tight; her pulse raged against the inside of her rib cage.
It wasn’t until Sally heard the voice of a woman that she began to calm down. A thick voice — a furious yet calm one shouting “FBI” made Sally look at the man in front of her in a different light. The FBI was here. She carefully set the chair down, and observed Mike again. With his hand outstretched, he suddenly looked like a friend rather than a foe.
She took a deep breath in. “—Okay—“ She then said with haste, holding her hand out and grabbing his. Her four fingers fit perfectly in between his thumb and his index finger. She couldn’t help but notice how strong this stranger felt, as his fingers wrapped around her palm. He felt like a protective shield in a scenario she managed to get herself into. “—Tell me what to do,” She asked of him. “I’ll do it.”
‘Even though,’ She thought to herself. ‘I’m insanely idiotic to put my trust into someone else today’.
She thought about her car outside, filled to the brim with moving boxes. Important things — like her passport, her license, her wallet, her birth certificate — they were all in there, behind a caged in lot. No doubt her baby blue car stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the black ones her so-called friends had carpooled in. Not only was the color of her vehicle something spectacular in comparison, it was an expensive (and somewhat older) Porsche 911 Carrera, whereas all of the other cars in the lot were beater Fords, Hondas, Dodges, or other inexpensive vehicles in comparison.
She wondered if that’s what tipped the FBI off that someone wasn’t supposed to be here; that someone had been tricked into this drug-dealing mess. Maybe not the expense of the car ...but maybe the fact that she did nothing to conceal it, as she didn’t think she had a reason to.
It hadn’t been until she pulled into the lot that she suspected something. She immediately called her friend to see what was going on, but she should have left the area before doing so. Her car had been attacked, and now the driver’s side window was busted. She was forcibly yanked out of the car, with a hand (stronger than the special agent’s) thrown over her mouth. When she was asked to help them get into a place that they couldn’t because they were thugs and she was a nice, unsuspecting blonde woman, she immediately refused to help her ‘friend’ from high school, and was thrown into the room Mike had found her in.
But not before she was punched in the face, creating a large cut in her lip.