Agent Blue's eyes and mine made four. Blue against green.
As you've come to realise, the supervisors of organizations like mine have agent names of colours.
Agent Blue was from an organization in Orlando. He is of Mexican descend and moved to Orlando at the age of fifteen.
Within the same year of his move, he was orphaned. His parents were murdered brutally along with the rest of his family in their home.
His three years old sister had been stabbed twice with her throat slit. His five years old brother was found with his head bashed in. His face was unrecognizable. His seven years old brother was hanged with his church ties. His ten years old sister was molested then strangled.
The only reason he is alive is because he was at a friends house.
His parents were murdered in their bed with gun shots to their heads.
It wasn't a wonder why he supervised an organization like mine. He was raged filled and wanted to find the person or persons that killed his family as the murderer was never found.
Clearing my throat I decided to just come out with what I wanted to say in the beginning.
"I have finished my task" my neck was stiff and I was sure the arteries were popping out on either side.
Turning the way I came, without acknowledging Agent Blue, I heard my name being called.
"Agent Joan". It was my supervisor.
Releasing a sigh I turned back around.
"Yes, Agent Black?" I was trying my best to be polite infront of our little visitor. He was after all my superior.
"Please, take a seat. We were just talking about you" Oh really now? He gestured to the seat beside Agent Blue. I sat.
Staring straight ahead at the man infront of me, I waited for him to speak. The office was silent and it looked like they didn't realise I was waiting. Tapping my heels on the hardwood, I got impatient and decided to break the silence.
"What were you talking about pertaining to me?" Agent Black knew patience wasn't one of my strong points so he got straight to the point without going around corners.
"Agent Blue here saw your little method of disposal and also a tape showing your torturing methods and he was slightly impressed with you being a woman and all. Usually it's mostly men that have that type of appetite but they are only a few in existence that could stomach what you did to Mr Grant just now".
I gave Agent Blue a side ways glance. He was staring at me.
The words that were spoken was replaying in my head.
He was slightly impressed with you being a woman and all.
Usually it's mostly men that have that type of appetite.
I was staring hard at the man behind the desk.
Rising to my feet, my eyes caught his pen holder.
Before he could even see it coming, I had a pen through his hand that was flat against the desk. It went right through touching his desk on the other side of his hand.
His face was contorted slightly from the discomfort. The blood pooling on his mahogany desk. it was a little disappointing that he didn't even make a sound.
But I shouldn't have expected less since he was the supervisor.
His next hand was clenched and his face was bright red.
Leaning forward on the desk, I spoke directly in his face.
"Look Black, I came and sat in this stupid office of yours out of respect. I don't expect to have my gender be downgraded by the likes of you and your little Mexican buddy" I had turned to look at Agent Blue then. Turning back to him I said, "The next time I set foot in this office I expect to be treated with the same respect I give to you. It may be little but it's still there. So don't you ever, ever again, disrespect me. I am one of your best agents and I expect to be treated as such."
With that I walked out of his office with a smile on my face. What a day to feel happy and badass.