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Elena

The first thing they teach you at police officer training when you are given a handgun with a small caliber is to always monitor the safety. Always keep the safety on when you are not aiming at something or someone you want to kill.

If it’s off, then you plan to kill the person.

One of my agents rasped through the hidden mail van into my earpiece. “Target A is moving towards the club. Agent Zero and Three, take position.”

“Copy that.”

I rolled my neck and flexed my shoulder, happy to find the comforting weight of two pistols in my holsters. I unzipped the puffer coat and blew air on my cupped hands. Agent Three, Daniel, stayed alert on my side wearing sunglasses and taking my hand in his when potential suspects, members of the gang whose leader we were about to catch, walked past us.

It was a cloudy day in Manhattan, New York. We had planned to catch Antonio Fazio, a dangerous gang and drug ring leader. Rumors of his goonies murdering, raping, torturing people who wanted ou