• "Yeah, I'm on my way." special agent Maureen Mickel sid over the phone. Maureen is small, about 5'2 or less she has blonde hair with side bangs with one blue eye and one green. She is a newly recruited special agent only been with th FBI for about 1 year.
    She jumped in the car and made hr way to the missio. "Do think we got them this time?" she asked over the cell while speeding to her destination. "Maybe, he could get away again." a deep voice said over the cell. "What is he doing this time?" Maureen asked.
    "Keeping hostages in the basement."
    "how maney?"
    "about 2 or 3."
    "any animals?"
    "yes, a large black german shepherd."
    Maureen steered the car outside of the house. "I just arrived and I will be right with you." "Don't bother comming up to us and chatting just break into the houe and special agent jackson will be waiting for you in there." the man said over the phone and hung up.
    Maureen jumped out of the car and dashed inside the house and puled out hr pistal "FBI!" sheclled out. She did not her a response. She begn to go for the baement and she heard a loud shreik from the basement. She ran faster down the and hurded oer a bar that was blocking the infround of the basementdoorway. "FBI!" she shouted again.
    The criminal was out of sight, all she saw was the german shepherd with blood dripping down its fangs and a dead body in frount of it. He also had is tail chopped off. Agent jackson, also on the ground dead.
    Maureen began to back up to the corner, until she felt 3 sharp bullets peirce into her chest, and she passed right on the basement ground.