Mama's Mafia

Gunman

The Gunman sat motionless in a chair inside an empty hospital room. Four FBI agents inside the room surrounded the gunman and their eyes judged him. The gunman didn’t care about the hateful stares that the FBI agents were giving him. He didn’t care about anything.

The only thing the gunman cared about was killing. He killed seventeen people at a local church, and felt satisfied with himself after placing an explosive device on a toddler's ankle just a few hours ago. The gunman was a beefy man who intimidated most of his victims using his physique. He sported a gray ponytail that went all the way down between his shoulder blades.

Ritualistic graffiti covered almost every inch of the gunman’s body and he had piercings that went from his ears down to the tip of his p***s. The gunman also had a long and frizzy beard that he dyed a vermillion red. There were tattoos of dragons and guns covering the gunman’s bulky neck and arms. He even had a portrait of the Devil holding a machine g*n tattooed on his back.

The gunman was a very intelligent man, and he specialized in developing virtual reality gaming software. He prided himself on developing his latest virtual reality game which he connected to a smartphone bomb.

The gunman was a Texas native and he didn’t like being called by his real name, which he had tattooed on the back of his neck. The gunman wished for his youth. When the gunman was younger, he sported raven black hair which he kept in a ponytail. He had good looks, but dead soulless eyes. Some would say he looked like an ex-convict, Southern Brad Pitt. Now since the gunman had to deal with the ravages of aging, he grew a beard and gained weight, which he turned into raw muscle through rigorous weight lifting and military styled calisthenics.

A lethal staring contest ensued between the gunman and the four FBI agents. Three of the FBI agents were men and one woman FBI agent accompanied them. The woman FBI agent tried to keep her eyes off of the gunman because he kept winking at her.

Mark James, Dennis Vernon, Jamal Drake and Karen Martinez were the names of the four FBI agents. FBI agent Dennis Vernon was a rookie who never came across no one as dangerous as the gunman. The young man had bravado racing through his veins. He had the invincibility mentality that most young men have after playing college football. Agent Vernon became an FBI agent because he wanted to be like the tough guys he watched in the action movies. But Agent Vernon didn’t understand that he wasn’t in an action movie.

Agent Vernon loved to work on his muscle car. He rebuilt the transmission in his 1973 Firebird and he loved drag racing his Firebird whenever he would get the chance. Agent Vernon was all tattooed up just like the gunman and he had a half shaven head. He also had piercings that stretched his earlobes.

“I can’t believe you got punched in the mouth by a pregnant lady.” Agent Vernon broke the uncomfortable silence in the room by speaking to the gunman through a ridiculing chuckle. “You’re such a big dude and you got your lights knocked out by a pregnant mom.” Agent Vernon laughed, and he didn’t understand why the other FBI agents weren’t laughing along with him. Instead Agent Vernon looked around to see FBI agent Drake putting his finger up to his lips, telling Agent Vernon to be quiet.

FBI agent Drake was a mild mannered, slender light-skinned African-American man who wore his hair in dreadlocks. He looked like a Jamaican rap star and he'd often hide his eyes behind sunglasses. Agent Drake was a quiet storm, meaning he had a gentle and soft-spoken persona, but he would explode on you if you crossed him the wrong way. He was an expert martial artist who knew all the pressure points on the human body.

“Yeah, Agent Cho knocked the sh*t out of you! You got smoked by a pregnant lady!” Agent Vernon kept taunting the gunman even after he saw Agent Drake telling him to be quiet.

“Dennis, Honey please be quiet. Don’t speak to him.” FBI Agent Karen Martinez said to the young Agent Vernon through her sweet baby-like voice and her thick Spanish accent. Agent Martinez didn’t want the young man talking to a serial killer. The FBI agent knew how dangerous the gunman was and she didn’t want Agent Vernon to start any trouble with a man who killed seventeen people at a church. Agent Martinez was a forty-one-year-old Latino woman who was a mother of three and she was a little heavyset in her body shape, but she was still attractive even though she had a slight double chin. Agent Martinez saw herself as being chubby, but her chubbiness was shapely. She didn’t like her weight and no matter how many times she would try to lose weight she would always gain it back. Agent Martinez didn’t see herself as being attractive because of her weight, but she was attractive. She wore her cappuccino brown hair in a large curly afro style and she liked to wear cute plus-size halter tops that made her feel like a young woman. Whenever Agent Martinez would smile her well defined dimples would show up and compliment her perfect, creamy white smile.

“I can’t talk to him? He’s not gonna do anything.” Agent Vernon whined to Agent Martinez feeling a little irritated by the fact that everyone was treating him like a child. "I thought it was funny how this guy got punched out by a pregnant lady. Look at what she did to his lip.” Agent Vernon kept talking and laughing while pointing at the gunman. Agent Vernon paid no attention to the gunman stared at him like a wolf scanning its prey.

“Poor thing, you have a small p***s,” The gunman blurted out to Agent Vernon through his Texas accent.

“Da f*ck did you say to me?” Agent Vernon eased up on the criminal while putting his hand up to his ear. He heard what the gunman said and his blood boiled when he heard the gunman insult his manhood.

“I said you have a small p***s. That’s why you talk so much. Guys with small p*****s talk too much,” The gunman continued to insult Agent Vernon through his Texas drawl. He gave the young FBI agent an insidious smirk.

“Is that right?” Agent Vernon snorted while still easing up on the gunman. The young man itched for a fight and it didn’t help that he had the reputation for being a hothead. “Maybe you’re the one with a small p***s. That’s why you got your a*s kicked by a pregnant lady.” Agent Vernon clenched his teeth together while driving his fist into the palm of his hand.

“Getting punched by a pregnant lady doesn’t change that you have a small p***s. If you want to prove to me that you don’t have a small p***s, then try to be quiet and do what you’re told like a good little boy.” The gunman stared down Agent Vernon with a murderous amusement in his dirt gray eyes. “I allowed myself to get punched by a pregnant lady because I’m a Southern gentleman. You’re a little boy with a small brain and a small p***s, so you would’ve attacked a pregnant lady for punching you.”

Agent Vernon laughed, uncomfortably. He looked around at the other FBI agents who were all watching him get roasted by a serial killer. The young agent wanted a piece of the gunman, but he didn’t understand that getting a piece of the killer wasn’t a good idea. Agent Vernon had a bulky frame, but the gunman was bulkier.

“I’ve killed plenty of youngbloods like you. I would kill em like this.” The Gunman raised his handcuffed hands up to his throat and he slowly dragged his finger across his throat in a slashing motion. “Yeah, I killed a lot of youngbloods around your age. If I had you to myself, I would remove certain parts of your body and keep them.” The gunman chuckled softly.

Agent Vernon kept easing up on the gunman. “You’re a p***y. I’ll punch your a*s out just like Agent Cho did!” Agent Vernon licked his lips while driving his fist into the palm of his hand a second time. The young man didn’t know when to stop talking.

“Hey Dennis, knock it off, Sport. Stop going back and forth with this guy. He’s crazy.” FBI Agent Mark James warned Agent Vernon like a father speaking firmly to his son. “This guy killed seventeen people without blinking an eye. I really don’t think you want to carry a conversation with him.” FBI Agent James continued to see if he could talk some sense into Agent Vernon. Agent James was in his fifties but he looked young for his age. He had a stocky build like a boxer and he had a goatee that came to a point under his chin. Agent James also had a golden blonde mullet that made him look like an 80s rockstar.

“I’m not gonna let this guy intimidate me! I’m not scared of him!” Agent Vernon shouted while looking around at Agent James. When the young man turned his head back around, the gunman leaped up from his chair wrapping his handcuffs around the back of Agent Vernon’s neck.

“Let's dance?” The gunman whispered to Agent Vernon’s before taking a bite out of the young man’s nose. The gunman disregarded Agent Vernon's cry for help. And he never flinched after the young man drove his fists into his ribcage full force. Agent Vernon tried to punch the gunman in his stomach as hard as he could. It seemed like the harder Agent Vernon would punch the big man in his torso, the harder the terrorist would bite down on his nose.

“Get off me!” Agent Vernon screamed out in agony while feeling the gunman’s teeth piercing through the cartilage in his nostrils. The gunman chewed and sucked on the tip of Agent Vernon’s nose until he tasted blood. After injuring the young man’s nose, the gunman skull-punched Agent Vernon in his face, before spinning him around and wrapping his handcuffs around the FBI agent’s throat.

Agent James, Agent Drake and Agent Martinez were all in a panic and the three FBI agents had their guns drawn on the terrorist. The gunman held Agent Vernon’s body in front of him like a shield, while using his handcuffs to strangle the young man at the same time.

“Let him go, man!” Agent James shouted at the gunman while aiming his 9mm Glock handgun at the killer. He watched as the gunman lifted Agent Vernon off his feet, lynching the young man using his handcuffs.

“I’m gonna teach you how to do the Rumba?” The gunman whispered in Agent Vernon’s ear while getting excited over listening to the young man release strangling coughs.

Agent Vernon tried to free his neck from the steel handcuffs. The young man saw his life flashing before his eyes as he felt himself slowly being hanged by his neck. Vernon’s six foot one, two-hundred pound frame was being lifted from the floor easily by the gunman.

The handcuffs began to cut into Agent Vernon’s neck. All kinds of thoughts raced through Agent Vernon’s head. He had a thought that he would never see his mother and his little nephew again. He saw the headline of his death on the news. Young FBI agent killed by mass murderer inside a children's hospital.

“P-p-please, it hurts!” Those were the only words that Agent Vernon could choke up. He clutched at the handcuff chain that tightened around his throat, preventing air from reaching his lungs.

“Now I’m gonna teach you how to Tango,” The gunman whispered before biting the tip of Agent Vernon’s left ear. He gnawed on Agent Vernon’s ear like a pitbull chewing on a piece of meat. He enjoyed the salty taste of blood on his pierced tongue.

“Let him go!” Agent James shouted again at the gunman while trying to aim his g*n at the killer’s head.

Agent Martinez felt her heart trembling in her chest. She wanted to shoot the gunman but she didn't want to shoot Agent Vernon. Agent Martinez knew something bad would happen, and she wanted to be wrong about the bad feeling she had. Agent Martinez treated Agent Vernon like a son and she didn't want to witness his death.

“Just let him go please!” Agent Martinez screamed at the gunman while c*****g her g*n and taking a step forward. Chills assaulted Agent Martinez's spine when The Gunman put his lifeless gray eyes on her. The killer peeked at her from around the back of Agent Vernon’s head with an inhuman half grin on his face. He had blood at the corner of his mouth when he grinned at Agent Martinez.

“I’ll teach you more dance moves later, youngblood,” The gunman whispered Youngblood, Agent Vernon’s ear before removing his handcuffs from around the young man’s throat and tossing his body at one of the FBI agents.

Agent Vernon released a series of nasty coughs. The young FBI agent grabbed his neck while almost coughing up his lungs. Agent Vernon fell to his knees, gasping and coughing so hard that he almost fractured his chest.

“Get down on the f*cking ground!” Agent Drake roared at the gunman while pointing his g*n straight at the big man’s mouth. When the gunman didn’t move fast enough for Agent Drake, the Jamaican dreadlocked FBI agent charged toward the gunman, grabbing him around the neck. He attempted to body slam the gunman, but failed.

The gunman laughed at Agent Drake. He caught the Agent off guard when he did a quick rollover maneuver on the floor before placing Agent Drake in a headlock and taking his g*n out of his hand. After standing up from the floor, the gunman held Agent Drake in a chokehold for a few seconds before hurling the African-American man’s tall slender body across the room like he was a dirty t-shirt.

Agent Drake lost consciousness after getting thrown into a wall. The FBI agent’s dreadlocks flew in every direction when the gunman threw him across the room. The stylish sunglasses he wore snapped in half when his face slammed into the wall.

“We can’t shoot him! We still need him to turn the bomb off just in case Agent Cho loses!” Agent Martinez yelled at Agent James who was getting ready to pull the trigger.

Agent James only took his eyes off the gunman for a hot second to look around at Agent Martinez. A hot second is all a bad guy needs to bring pain to his victim. Out of nowhere, Agent James felt something hard and metallic strike him in his face. The hard blow caused Agent James to lose the grip on his g*n. It only took the veteran FBI agent a second to realize that the gunman used Agent Drake’s handgun like a frisbee, and he hurled the heavy, loaded pistol at his face, cracking his nose.

“Son of a b***h!” Agent James grumbled while putting his hands up to his bleeding nose. Agent James had to take his hands away from his bleeding nose and he raised his arms to block a kick that the gunman was about to deliver to his chest. Agent James tried to fight through a broken nose while trying to block the gunman from elbowing him in his face. The gunman tried to kick Agent James in his stomach while still handcuffed.

Agent Martinez fell into shock as she watched Agent James and the gunman go at each other like two guys in a bar. Agent Martinez couldn’t believe she was watching two men viciously fight each other.

 The gunman laughed while twisting Agent James’s wrist and elbowing the stocky FBI agent in his jaw. After striking Agent James in the jaw with his elbow, he then used his strength to flip Agent James on his back. Agent James went down hard on his spine and he struggled to free his wrist which got locked up in the gunman’s handcuffs.

When the gunman tried to come down on Agent James’ head with his handcuffed fist, that’s when Agent James used his hand to perform an open palm strike to the gunman’s throat. The blow wasn’t hard enough to kill the terrorist, but it was hard enough to cause pain and give Agent James time to get up from the floor.

When Agent James stood back up, the bulky man took his knee and drove it into the gunman’s chest when the criminal attempted to stand. The blow to the gunman’s chest sent his heavy body flying backwards.

What unnerved Agent James was that he was delivering punches and blows that would take most guys down. But the veteran FBI agent had to realize that the gunman wasn’t like most guys.

What Agent James couldn’t understand was how a man could fight so well with handcuffs on. The gunman used his handcuffs to block most of Agent James' punches and kicks.

Out of desperation, Agent James picked up a chair and swung it at the gunman. When the chair contacted The gunman’s back it broke apart like a twig. Fragments of wood flew in every direction. The gunman remained on his feet after getting struck with the chair. He chuckled before kicking Agent James in his chest, sending the man flying into a wall.

Agent James tried to shake off the sidekick to his chest. He stood to his feet and barreled toward the gunman trying to ram his shoulder into the gunman's stomach. Instead Agent James ended up running into another wall when The gunman dodged out of the way of Agent James’ attempt to tackle him. The terrorist moved like a matador and Agent James was the bull.

“You need to move faster than that if you’re going to tackle me! Move fast, like this!” The gunman mocked Agent James before delivering two jabbing punches to the agent’s jawline at rapid speed. After pummeling Agent James, the gunman then grabbed the veteran FBI agent by his head, bringing the man’s head down on his knee. “Did you see how fast I was? I hit you three times all within two seconds.” The gunman spoke down to Agent James who was lying on the floor, unconscious.

Agent Martinez had her finger on the trigger and she swallowed, realizing she was the only FBI agent in the room, standing face to face with the gunman. She looked down at Agent James who laid motionless on the floor with the gunman’s foot resting on his chest.

“Don’t move!” Agent Martinez's words trembled out of her throat and she failed at trying to show The gunman that she wasn’t frightened of him.

“If I move, then what?” The gunman spoke gently to Agent Martinez. “I asked you a question, darling. If I move, then what will you do?”

“Please stay where you are.” Agent Martinez projected her shaky voice at the gunman and she didn’t know if she should disobey her superior officer's orders and shoot him. She couldn’t believe that she was the only one trapped in the hospital room with the gunman. She knew that if he could kill seventeen people, then killing her would be no problem for him. Agent Martinez moved back when The gunman stepped over the body of Agent James with his lustful gaze fixated on Agent Martinez. Agent Martinez stepped back from the psychotic bearded mountain of a man approaching her like a hungry wild lion. “I said don’t move!” Agent Martinez tried to enforce more authority in her soft voice but she could see in the killer’s eyes that he disregarded her orders and her g*n.

Agent Martinez’s worst fear was now confronting her. She dreaded being in the room alone with the gunman. She watched him take on three men while handcuffed and she knew that she didn’t have a chance at defending herself.

Agent Martinez thought about one of her sons who was a twenty-six-year-old army serviceman. The agent wished her US marine son was with her in the room because she knew how protective he was over his mother. Agent Martinez wanted her son to be there in the room to protect her, but the woman also felt guilty and she didn’t want her son to be there, because she loved him tremendously. Agent Martinez knew that the gunman might kill her army son if he tried to protect his mother.

“Don’t be afraid little lady.” The gunman grinned at Agent Martinez through his long red beard. He stroked his beard while moving his heavy feet toward Agent Martinez. His footsteps had a history of pain and sorrow behind them. They were footsteps that his victims heard before they died, and now they were being heard by Agent Martinez.

“Please, I’ll shoot you.” Agent Martinez clutched her g*n with both of her hands and her thick arms were getting tired from trying to hold her g*n steady in front of her.

“You can’t shoot me, because you still need me. You and your team.” The gunman chuckled while looking around at the unconscious bodies of Agent James and Agent Drake. There was one man missing, but the gunman had projected all his predatory focus on Agent Martinez that he forgot about young Agent Vernon who was creeping up behind him. “I have a question for ya. Do you give a good blow job?” The gunman chuckled while moving closer to Agent Martinez and putting his handcuffed hands down on the bulge in his pants.

“I can give you a good blow job!” A voice came out from behind the gunman and before the terrorist could turn his head, he got knocked to the floor by an enraged fueled fist nailing the side of his face.

The gunman dropped to the floor and looked up with a slight surprise to see the young rookie FBI agent towering over him.

Agent Vernon injured his hand after punching the gunman, but the young man's fury prevented him from feeling pain. He drove his foot into the killer’s body and kept kicking him in his mid-section.

For a moment, Agent Vernon was king, until the gunman grabbed his leg. He yanked Agent Vernon’s leg, pulling the rookie down onto the floor. The gunman grabbed Agent Vernon by his injured nose and he twisted it, causing even more damage.

Agent Vernon screamed while trying to free his nose from between the gunman’s grip. The young man’s fear returned to him when he felt the gunman lifting him up from the floor using his handcuffs again.

This time the gunman lifted Agent Vernon off his feet and pinned his body against a wall. Agent Vernon struggled to breathe again when the gunman took his forearm and pressed it against his throat. The young man could feel his feet dangling beneath him.

Agent Vernon had to make his move or he would die from getting his throat crushed. With great force, Agent Vernon rammed a hypodermic needle into the side of the gunman’s wide neck. The young man injected all of the heavy duty tranquilizer d**g into the terrorist's body. The only thing that Agent Vernon could do was wait for the sedative to kick into the gunman’s system.

At first the young FBI agent saw himself being strangled to death, but he became relieved when he felt The Gunman’s arm easing off of his throat and releasing the pressure.

The tranquilizer d**g was a fast acting d**g, but it didn’t move fast enough. Agent Marrtinez and saved Agent Vernon from getting his throat crushed. The woman whacked the gunman across the back of his skull using the handle of her gun.. She had to swing her g*n upward to knock the gunman out.

Agent Vernon took a deep much needed breath while grabbing his throat and watching as the gunman slumped down to the floor, unconscious.

Agent Martinez slowly lowered her handgun after watching the gunman fall down on the floor. The woman looked up at Agent Vernon while giving the young man a look filled with motherly concern. Agent Vernon was looking back at Agent Martinez with a new appreciation for his life.

“Are you okay, Honey?” Agent Martinez caressed Agent Vernon's shoulders. She watched as he struggled to breathe a little from all the strangling done to his neck. “I told you to quit talking to him. He’s crazy.” Agent Martinez fussed at the young man while giving him a sympathetic stare with her hand rubbing his back.

Agent Vernon slowly nodded his head. “Yeah, you told me to stop talking to him. Crazy f*cker almost crushed my throat.” Agent Vernon was speaking through a hoarse voice while rubbing his sore neck and looking around at the unconscious bodies of Agent James and Agent Drake. “Thank you for saving my a*s,” Agent Vernon wanted to kiss Agent Martinez for what she did.

“You don't have to thank me, Honey. I had to do something." Agent Martinez reached up to caress Agent Vernon’s face. "I hit him, but I think the tranquilizer is what really knocked him out. I forgot you had it,” Agent Martinez giggled a little. "We better call for help." Agent Martinez took her hand away from Agent Vernon’s face, and she made a call to her FBI supervisor using her smartphone wristwatch. Before Agent Martinez could even make the call, the FBI supervisor, Agent Jane, broke into the hospital room, astonished to see the mayhem.

“What happened?” Agent Jane asked while looking down at the body of the gunman and the body of Agent James. The FBI supervisor gasped when she saw Agent Vernon’s b****y nose and his ear. She also gasped when she looked across the room to see the unconscious body of Agent Drake lying near the hospital room’s window. “I need to call the rest of the team and we need to get some nurses in here.” Agent Jane spoke out while walking toward Agent Vernon to examine the young man’s nose.

“I’ll go get the rest of the team and a nurse.” Agent Martinez quickly made her way out of the room.

Agent Jane examined Agent Vernon’s nose for a minute before turning and making her way to the unconscious body of Agent Drake.

“What happened to Agent Drake?” Agent Jane asked while making her way toward Agent Drake. She kneeled down over the man and touched his dreadlocks. Agent Jane moved Agent Drake’s dreadlocks out of the way so she could check his pulse. She was relieved to find out that the man was still breathing.

“Agent Malloy, I’m the one who caused this,” Agent Vernon spoke sheepishly while shrugging his shoulders and looking down.

“What do you mean you caused this?” Agent Jane gave Agent Vernon a perplexed stare while slowly standing back up.

Agent Vernon licked his lips. “I was talking smack to the guy, and he went off on me and attacked me. And then he attacked Agent James and Agent Drake when they tried to defend me.” Agent Vernon put his eyes back on his supervisor after glancing down at the gunman.

“You were talking smack to him?” Agent Jane gave Agent Vernon a side stare while producing an almost undetectable smirk. “Well this isn’t your fault even though you were talking smack to him. It was foolish to talk smack to him, but you didn’t cause this. You know he’s crazy.”

Agent Vernon nodded in instant agreement. “They were telling me to be quiet, and I kept talking to the guy. He jumped me. He grabbed me around my neck and bit my nose. Then he turned me around, bit my ear and tried to strangle me with the handcuffs.” Agent Vernon felt himself becoming embarrassed while telling his boss what The Gunman did to him. “I hit him with the tranquilizer, but Agent Martinez. She hit him across the head with her g*n and knocked him out.” Agent Vernon chuckled a little while still rubbing his neck.

“Yeah, she did save your a*s. Now you know better,” Agent Jane came in quickly with her words. “Jesus, look at what he did to your nose. Poor thing, you’re gonna need stitches,” Agent Jane walked back up to Agent Vernon. The woman went into her motherly instincts by gently grabbing Agent Vernon’s chin and examining his nose. Agent Jane felt pain going through her body just by studying the tall young man’s mutilated nose and his ear. She could see through the blood a piece of cartilage missing in front of his left nostril.

“I don’t really feel the pain anymore,” Agent Vernon told his boss while looking down at her and smirking a little.

“You’re a tough cookie.” Agent Jane said after bringing her hand down from the rookie's chin. “I’m glad you used the tranquilizer on that son of a b***h. And I'm glad Agent Martinez struck him with her g*n and didn't shoot him. Both of you knew not to shoot him and because we still need him to shut off the bomb just in case Agent Cho fails.” Agent Jane glanced down at the body of the gunman with prominent disdain on her face.

“Didn’t he say to you when we first came to the hospital that the only way we could shut the bomb off is by winning the game?” Agent Vernon asked when he thought he overheard the terrorist tell Agent Jane how to shut off the bomb earlier.

Agent Jane sighed. “He was lying.” The woman hissed to before cutting another disgusted look down at the gunman and nudging his body with the tip of her shoe. “He only said that to scare us, but the bomb has a kill switch. He knows how to turn that bomb off just in case Agent Cho fails.”

Agent Vernon put one of his hands in his pockets. “How’s the mother doing?” The young man asked while thinking about how he tried to comfort Rashonda and her baby a few hours earlier.

“She’s doing fine.” Agent Jane replied while folding her arms. “Well, she was doing fine. She was calm for a little while because we were talking and then she got upset all over again.”

Agent Vernon scratched his head. “I was trying to comfort her, but I got sick when I saw that f*cking bomb strapped on her baby's leg.” Agent Vernon felt a knot returning to his stomach. “Her baby wasn’t even crying. He’s brave for his age. You think he knows he has a bomb on his leg?” Agent Vernon scratched one of his sideburns and he felt a little stupid for asking Agent Jane he already knew the answer to.

“He’s three-years-old. He doesn’t know what that device is on his leg.” Agent Jane's voice quivered a little.

“I’m sorry, that was a stupid question.” Agent Vernon took his hand out of his pocket and the young man tried not to focus on the throbbing pain radiating from his nose. “I wish we could take the bomb off the baby and disarm it myself. But you said if we try to take it off his leg it’ll detonate, right?” Agent Vernon watched as Agent Jane slowly nodded her head.

“If we try to tamper with the bomb in any way, it’ll detonate prematurely, because that’s what he programmed it to do.” Agent Jane looked down at the gunman’s body while clenching her bottom lip. The middle-aged woman felt tempted to pull out her sidearm and shoot the gunman in the back of his head. Since he was lying on the floor face down, she felt that it would be a perfect opportunity. “He put a bomb on a baby that’s powerful enough to blow up five city blocks.” Agent Jane told Agent Vernon while putting her hand over her g*n holster.

Agent Vernon placed his hand over Agent Jane's hand which was still touching her g*n handle. The young man could see that his supervisor wanted to cry.

“Like you said, we can’t kill him. I wanted to kill him when he attacked me, but I knew I couldn’t.” Agent Vernon cut his eyes down at the gunman for a second. “He’s a crazy motherf*cker, I know that. When he attacked me, he kept whispering in my ear, telling me how he was gonna teach me how to tango and crazy sh*t like that.”

Agent Jane shook her head while looking back up at Agent Vernon.

“I just wished we could have stopped him before he put the bomb on that baby's leg.” Agent Jane pointed down at the gunman. She put her hand up to her head and she felt the slight essence of a migraine settling in.

“You think Agent Cho is gonna be able to shut off the bomb?” Agent Vernon asked his question with doubts in his mind.

“I know that Agent Cho will be able to turn off that bomb.” Agent Jane felt hope come over her while thinking about Agent Cho. “Even though she’s pregnant, and she’s putting her body under tremendous stress, I feel she’s gonna pull through. She’s the only one who can play the game.” Agent Jane smiled while thinking about Agent Cho’s fighting history.

“Agent Malloy told me that Agent Cho used to be an actress and a UFC fighter before she became an FBI agent. Is that true?” Agent Vernon gave a side grin while feeling impressed about Agent Cho’s background. The young man loved movies and when he heard that Agent Cho used to be an actress, he thought of her as being a cool and sexy woman. Agent Vernon thought Agent Cho was very pretty, but from the way she looked and talked, he never suspected that she used to be a UFC fighter.

“Yeah it’s true,” Agent Jane replied. “While she was training to be an FBI sharpshooter she was an actress and a UFC fighter. She was an actress for a little while, but her main thing was her fighting career. I know that sounds crazy, and it’s funny because she doesn’t look like she used to be a fighter.” Agent Jane giggled while watching Agent Vernon immediately nod his head in agreement.

“No, she doesn’t. She looks like a f*cking supermodel.” Agent Vernon chuckled.

“She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Mafia Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a g*n that wasn’t loaded. Every time she'd come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur." Agent Jane explained through her giggling. “Agent Cho’s UFC career lasted for about three years. She got tired of fighting and beating up on other women for sport.” Agent Jane sighed while looking down at the time on her watch. “She’s an excellent FBI markswoman and she’s really good with guns.” Agent Jane paused for a minute with the smile on her face fading slightly. “A year ago, Agent Cho shot a man on a school bus. This guy was an armed robber, and he tried to make an escape by hijacking a school bus. He shot the bus driver and he tried to grab a little girl so he could use her as a hostage. Agent Cho got on the bus and she tried to negotiate with the man. The man pulled out a g*n right in front of her while she was talking to him. He tried to grab the girl, but before he could reach for the child, Agent Cho tackled him. The man shot her in the leg, but she still managed to shoot him in the head. She killed the guy. While she was lying on the school bus' floor waiting for an ambulance, the children surrounded her and tried to treat her wounded leg.These were kindergarteners. I remembered her telling me how she felt guilty when she looked down to see a little boy, no older than her son, trying to stop the bleeding in her leg by using his basketball jersey as a tourniquet. The other boys and girls were kneeling over her, asking if she was okay and rubbing her face. She told me that getting shot in front of a group of kindergarteners made her feel guilty. And that shooting a man in front of them made her feel guilty. She knew that she had to kill him, but she felt that she exposed a group of babies on a school bus to too much violence in one day. That’s what she told me.” Agent Jane smirked a little while looking at the astonished expression on young Agent Vernon’s face.

Agent Vernon shook his head in amazement. “Damn,” Agent Vernon shook his head after saying the only word he could think of.

Agent Jane smiled a little. But her smile quickly disappeared. “Agent Cho has been through a lot. She lost her husband a few months ago. You already know that this murderer was behind the mass shooting that killed her father and her sister this past Sunday,” Agent Jane told Agent Vernon before taking a deep breath. 

“Wait a minute, this guy killed Agent Cho’s father and sister?” Agent Vernon pointed down at the gunman and he wanted to make sure he heard Agent Jane correctly. The young man looked down at the gunman in disbelief. 

“Yup, Agent Cho’s father, Bobby Cho and her sister, Lisa Jenkins were victims of the mass shooting. He killed both of them.” Agent Jane paused while looking down at the gunman. “Seventeen people were killed and eight people were injured.” Agent Jane took a deep irrepressible breath while taking her eyes off the gunman’s body. “I told you Agent Cho has been through a lot. This crazy couple abducted her son and held him for ransom a year ago. They wanted money from her because she was a hot celebrity at the time. They were gonna use the money to buy drugs. They broke into her vacation home and took her baby from her. She quit Hollywood life after that. She also quit after she lost her husband. She said that it was God judging her for being a p********e when she was 18.” Agent Jane walked across the room toward Agent Drake when she heard moaning and could see that the FBI agent was coming back to consciousness. 

“Agent Cho used to be a p********e?” Agent Vernon asked while kneeling down over Agent James who was still lying on his back unconscious. He couldn't believe what Agent Jane was telling him.

“Yeah, she was young and was trying to make some easy money. Her father lost his job and was struggling to support his family, so she—” Agent Jane’s sentence got interrupted when the rest of her FBI team suddenly entered the room along with a group of nurses.

“Lord Jesus, what the hell happened here?” One of the FBI agent team members named Peter Conn looked around in shock at the damage in the room. “What the hell happened to your nose, son?” The FBI agent asked Agent Vernon when caught sight of the young man’s nose which was being treated by a nurse. Agent Peter Conn was the cowboy type. He was an old gentleman with a tall, medium build. He had a pot belly, wore eyeglasses, and he had a thick gray mustache and a bald spot on his head. He would try to cover the bald spot with a few strands of his hair. Some people would tell him he looked like Dr. Phil and that annoyed Agent Conn, because he had no idea who Dr. Phil was. Agent Conn had three things he loved the most in his life. He loved his wife, his four daughters, and his horse he named Betty.

“He bit me on my nose and on my ear.” Agent Vernon gave the news to Agent Conn, telling the veteran agent what happened to him. He gestured down at the gunman who was still unconscious.

“He’s a psycho.” Agent Conn breathed out his words nastily while looking down at the gunman through his hard tough guy stare.

“Did all of you come in here? We still need someone in there to watch Agent Cho.” Agent Jane said while helping up Agent Drake who was moving his dreadlocks out of his face and struggling to stand on his feet.

“We didn’t leave that pregnant lady in a room by herself, don’t worry. Agent Hernandez is in there watching over her and there’s two nurses in the room attending to her as well!” Agent Conn told Agent Jane through his Southern accent which seemed to intensify the booming bass in his voice. “I hope Agent Cho wins that game so we can remove that damn bomb off that woman's toddler!”

“She’ll win!” Agent Jane snapped at Agent Conn feeling a little irritated by the old man’s booming voice which was worsening her headache.

“Well I hope you’re right. Because if she loses, that baby will die and this whole hospital will blow up on account of this piece of scum!” Agent Conn growled out his words. He pointed down at the gunman like an Orkin man pointing down at a cockroach.