Page 1 of The Sergeant

PROLOGUE

Amelia

It’s a beautiful Saturday evening. The sun isn’t quite ready to set yet. I walked down to my local coffee shop a few blocks from my townhouse for a latte and a low-fat blueberry muffin. It’s an afternoon snack that I treat myself to when I am off duty. I walk a few blocks for the fresh air and to sit down with a muffin and latte and just relax my mind from all the things that I have seen at work.

As I leave the coffee shop and turn the corner, I hear voices in the alley. I stop to look and there are four men and two vehicles. It looked suspicious, so I keep walking to the other side of the alley and stop and start peeping around the corner. I see a man with the hoodie hand a suitcase to the man wearing the blue baseball cap. The guy with the baseball cap opens the suitcase and flips a stack of cash. He turns around and puts the suitcase in the trunk of his car and pulls out a large black case using both hands. He then sits the case down in front of the guy with the hoodie. The two guys with the guy in the hoodie step up and unlock the case. They pull out a AK47 and inspect it.

Knowing I am outnumbered, I take out my cell phone and start taking pictures. The guy in the hoodie and the two guys with him drive off. I pull out my gun and yell freeze to the guy in the blue baseball cap. He starts to run but I chase him down, aim my gun at him and again tell him to freeze. Once I have him stopped and handcuff him, he informs me that he is an undercover ATF agent.

CHAPTERONE

Brandon

I have been undercover in this illegal gun ring for almost twenty-two months. My undercover name is Bruce Johnson. I am still the low man on the totem pole, and I am no closer to figuring out who the head of the ring is than the day I went under. They have a really slow process on you proving yourself.

I meet with this low life thug named Meatball who is in the Eastside gang. I hate putting more guns on the street. It makes my skin crawl. But I am not here to take down the little guy because that doesn’t stop anything. Someone will replace him tomorrow. I am here to take down the big guy. And these AKs I am getting rid of today is nothing compared to the military issued weapons that I know the organization is selling. I need to know where the organization leader is getting those weapons and take him down and the person supplying him.

I came alone, but Meatball came with two other guys. I was slightly nervous about that, but I figured these guys weren’t stupid enough to try and steal from the organization. I might have been undercover selling guns, but the organization had hit men on the parole too.

I took the briefcase from Meatball and opened it. I took out one of the stacks of cash to make sure it looked real. Then I put it in the trunk of my car and took out the black case that held ten AK47s and set it down in front of him. The two guys with him opened the case and one of them took one of the guns out and inspected then set it back down in the case. We shook heads at each other, and they got in their car and left. As I walk to my car door, I hear someone yell, “Police! Freeze!” In a split second I started to run. Then I heard “Freeze or I will shoot!” I decided I had better stop.

This is my first transfer of guns and money by myself…and I get hemmed up by an off-duty police officer. Damn it. I can either let her cuff me and tell her who I am, or I can let her shoot me. I like the first option a lot better. But she better not blow my cover.

I stop running and let her catch me. She cuffs me and calls for backup on her cellphone.Great, she’s off duty.

“Look Officer,” I start to say but she interrupts.

“You may want to wait for that lawyer,” she replied.

Instead, I just keep going, “My name is Brandon Warren, and I am an undercover ATF agent. You can call my boss, Agent Shane Lewis, at the local ATF office.”

“You have got to be kidding me?” she responded. “You do then understand that I am going to still have to take you to the station and verify your story.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t expect you to do it any other way,” I tell her as we walk to the black and white that just pulled up at the entrance of the alley.

She opens the back door and I slide in as the officer that is driving says, “Sergeant Harper.”

“Thanks for coming Officer Hughes,” she said as she comes around the car and gets in the passenger side.

As we head to the precinct, I am hoping that if anyone saw this, it is believable bust and doesn’t blow my cover.

I sit inside of a holding cell as she goes off to her office and makes the phone call to my boss. Hopefully he will not lose it. I am not sure that this will help me move up in the ranks if it gets out. It probably will blow my chances and I have worked too hard to get this far.

As I am sitting there waiting and watching her walk to her office, I can’t imagine anyone meeting this lady outside of the job and knowing that she is a cop. She is beautiful, stunning actually. She stands about 5’5”, blond shoulder-length hair, hazel eyes and curves that went on for days.

I guess I started daydreaming about those curves because the next thing I knew she was standing in front of me with the cell open.

“Okay, Agent Warren, your boss is on his way down here. I told him that I wanted to help you in your investigation. We will be meeting with my Deputy Chief Reece and Agent Lewis,” she says and removes my cuffs. “I do apologize. Oh, and by the way, I am Sergeant Amelia Harper.”

“Well, Sergeant Amelia Harper, I accepted your apology, but I don’t think Lewis is going to let you come on board! I do appreciate the offer though!”

“I think your boss will agree to the arrangement once he hears my background and what I can bring to the table,” Amelia said.

“Okay! I guess we will see!” I replied with a giggle.

CHAPTERTWO

Amelia

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