Thread: The False Bodyguard (rskde and Ms.Goody2shoez94)

Jared Halsey is a man of multiple faces.. After all, it is his job in the FBI. He was SWAT trained several years ago, giving him a nice, muscular and atheletic build. He stares at himself in the mirror, today is the day that he would leave the FBI's Headquarters in order to get started on his next assignment. He brushes his jet black hair out of his face, uncovering a pair of hazel eyes. Today he is no longer Jared Halsey, but now he is to become Francisco Alveres, though he doesn't have any Spanish roots, he had gotten tanned over the last couple of days and had learned Spanish in preparation for this day. After all, the Cartel he is meant to be after would not just trust a white man in a suit. He grabs a small holster and places it on his left hip, indicating his left handedness, his mentor walks in, raising his eyebrows at the look of the man. Jared, gang bangers don't wear holsters. He says before walking out, laughing at himself as he does. Jared nods to himself, taking the holster off of his hip and tossing it away, looking around at the locker room he is currently inside of. He grabs a Glock 18, the cheapest pistol on the market, which is probably why it is favorited by the local gangs in San Francisco. He lifts up the back of his white, unmarked shirt before tucking the pistol into his back waistband. He tucks in the back of his shirt to make it obvious that he has a gun. He takes his wallet from his pocket, slipping his FBI ID in behind his driver's license, just in case he needed access to any crime scenes while he is out. He slips on a pair of dark sunglasses and a set of dog tags, he had been a Desert Strike veteran, which easily lead to him being in the FBI. But now, he is Francisco, so the tags have been altered to say the false name on them. He pats the pocket of his jeans after slipping the wallet back inside. He walks to the elevator of the building before stepping inside and walking out of the lobby. He gets into a black Ferrari, after all, he is playing the part of a rich gun salesmen for now. He drives off to the meetup point where several of the Cartel members wait for him. He stops in front of them, walking around to the back of the car and opening it up, revealing two large gun cases filled with Military grade weaponry, all with trackers on them, from the evidence locker of the FBI, he hands them over before walking inside to talk to the head, the guns had been a guarantee if anything. He easily is able to get into the cartel as a simple grunt, he takes his place in the building, walking around while taking mental notes to himself. He is stopped by the Boss, the man who controlled the entire cartel, though nobody knows him by name, they know him by the fierce set of red eyes he has, probably created from a set of contact lenses if anything else. The FBI just calls him Devil Eyes. The man presses a hand to Jared's shoulder, stopping him dead in his tracks. A shiver runs down his back, he feels like he's been busted. I need you to do something for me, there's money in it for you. He says in a heavy accented voice. Jared just raises his eyebrows in question. My niece has been targeted by a rival gang, I have heard you know your way around a gun, Francisco. He says. She is currently downtown, in our restaurant with her mother, go to her and defend her with your life. He says before walking off. Jared nods, this would be a good opportunity for him. He walks to his car before driving downtown, he walks into the restaurant, nodding to the lady at the counter that is obviously the girl's mother, she had obviously been tipped by Devil Eyes of his arrival. He walks into the living area, as the upper floor of the restaurant had been converted to a living space. He sees the girl, nodding to her before speaking in an accented voice that he had rehearsed hundreds of times. I'm here to protect you. He simply says.