I eavesdropped, recording the conversation happening outside the closet I was hiding in.

"I don't care if you haven't been able to find a good time. I need that key by sunset tomorrow, or you and everyone you care about will die a slow, painful death," a deep, gruff voice said.

A high, reedy voice replied in a pleading tone, "That's not possible. Please, I need more time. The Unseen are after me. I can't do anything while they're tra-"

"I don't give a damn." The gruff voice cut in. "You will get me the key. Or else." The noise of a door slamming echoed, and I breathed a sigh of relief just before the door I was hiding behind was yanked open.

A young pimply boy stood there, a poor victim of puberty.

"I let you listen in, now you owe me," he said, trying to act tough. He couldn't have been older than fifteen. His greasy black hair and acne were so bad that if you rubbed sandpaper on his face, you would burn through the sandpaper without even making a dent.

"What do you want?" I asked calmly. The second Prince Pimples over here tries to blackmail me, I can arrest him.

"Well, I'm going to need all your money, or else I'm going to have to kill you," the guy threatened shakily, not knowing he was walking right into my trap.

Game over. Thanks for playing. Smiling viciously, I reached into my jacket and pulled out my gun. He froze. "Now you have two choices. You can come with me and face charges of attempted extortion of a federal agent. I'll ask some questions, you'll answer them, and after that you can go about your day. Or, of course, you can run. Then you'll face charges of attempted extortion of a federal agent and resisting arrest. I'll ask my questions anyways, and you'll answer them anyways. The only difference is, we won't drop the charges." He paled and ran out of the room.

I sighed. "Why do they always run?" I mumbled out loud.

Then I took off after him. Having cased it before setting the trap, I knew every twist and turn of the dilapidated old building like the back of my hand. I followed the sounds of the boy's footsteps, and paused just outside a room where I heard voices. It was the puberty victim and another guy.

I kicked down the door-mainly because it was fun-and burst into the room yelling, "Freeze!"

The new dude was, I had to admit, pretty hot. He had bronze skin, hair the color of dark chocolate, and hazel eyes. His black t-shirt clung to his impressive muscles, and a tattoo of a tiger's face was emblazoned on his forearm. Before I could make a move, Tiger Tattoo whipped out a dagger and plunged it into my target's stomach.

He winked. "Don't worry, I got him for you." Who even has a dagger nowadays? They're far too conspicuous.

He jumped out of the window before I could stab him for that little comment. I rushed to the window, hoping to find his dead, or at least partially paralyzed, body below. Where'd Shere Khan go?

Frustrated, I grumbled, "Where'd that bastard go?"

A voice above me said, "Well that's not a very nice thing to imply about my mother. I'm Victor. What's your name, gorgeous?"

I looked up to see the hot guy, Victor, perched on an old, rotting planter. "You're right, I apologize to your mother. She must have had a hell of a time raising you."

Victor laughed. "I'm sure it was quite a struggle for her. You seem like you were an absolute angel, though."

I smirked at him. "Why don't you come down from there? That box doesn't look like it can take much more of your weight."

Victor gasped dramatically. "Are you calling me fat? I didn't comment on your body, did I?"

I chuckled a little at that. "Vicky, you and I both know you aren't fat."

Vic flipped imaginary hair over his shoulder and scoffed again. "Flattery will do you no good. You still haven't told me your name, by the way."

"None of your business. How old are you, Drama King?"

"How old are you, Regina George?"

I repeated myself, "None of your business."

"Hmm you look about my age, eighteen or nineteen, so I'm just going to assume you're eighteen." He waited for a few moments. "Still no name? I guess I'll just call you Regina."

I rolled my eyes. "Have fun with that."

"Well Regina, whatever age you are, you're way too young to be an FBI agent, so would you please stop bullshitting and tell me what you're really doing here?"

"You think I'm lying, Vicky boy?" I replied, smirking.

"Yup."

"Tell that to the agents rushing up the stairs and the snipers currently trained on you that will fire if you make the wrong move."

Victor looked down at his chest and noticed the green target dots. "Well, looks like I was wrong." He grinned. "This should be fun." The infuriating boy swiftly stood on the planter, releasing the window sill, using his weight to break the little strength left in the poor thing, and let himself fall. Bullets peppered the area where Victor had just been, and I cursed.

He's definitely one of the Unseen. Only an Unseen could've timed that so well. Why the hell did Rafe not tell me they were going to be here? He knows my past with the gang. I need to go yell at him. And get my batons. Then use them to beat him up. Maybe Doc too. Nah, if I beat him up he'll deactivate them. If only Doc wasn't upgrading them personally. I would probably have murdered him by now for taking so long otherwise.

I shook off my mental rant and whirled around. I stalked through the building, ignoring the agents clearing the building and swabbing for evidence. I stopped one of the agents standing in the main lobby directing other agents and asked him to contact me once they were done clearing the building to debrief. I hopped on my NM4, zipped up my leather jacket, strapped on my helmet, and roared toward HQ.

I drove into the parking garage past all the shiny new cars and the beat up old cars and parked in my spot. Most people would assume that a secret department of the FBI would be all, well, secretive, and practically impossible to find. Instead, it hid in plain sight.

The building was plain, and was housed in a struggling investment firm. No one was going to just randomly walk into that building, which made it perfect for the FBI's needs. Even if they did, there was a receptionist who would intentionally confuse them and advertise how badly the firm was being run.

I walked into the building, ignoring the receptionist, and walked into the elevator. I pressed the thumb scanner disguised as the basement button, and the elevator jerked into motion, going down so fast it gave everyone who wasn't used to the sudden speed motion sickness.

The doors opened a few seconds later to a room far below the building. I stepped out, and a light scanned my entire body. Since my weapons were registered in the JD database, there was no alarm, and two previously hidden doors appeared. Instead of going through one of them, I walked straight in between.

My brother had come up with that cute little security measure right after he read the first Harry Potter book. I stalked through the empty hallway to the door at the end, where I looked straight into the eye scanner. The door slid open smoothly and I strolled in. Bee, my best friend, joined me and started catching me up on the office gossip. As tedious as it was, it never hurts to have information.

We got to the main office, and I kicked open the door. "Rafe, you asshole, why didn't you tell me about the Unseen being after the same target as Myriad? I heard them talk about it."

The red haired man inside the office looked up. "How many times have I told you not to kick down my door?" When I shrugged, he sighed and continued, "I believe you're the one who discovered this case, and you're the one who's using this case to get back at Myriad out of some leftover loyalty for the Unseen. Maybe you don't remember that the Uns-"

"Of course I'm still loyal to the Unseen. They're the ones who taught me how to kill practically anyone barehanded, as I've demonstrated more than once. You should remember that when I got this job, I warned you that I would sti-"

Rafe interrupted my interruption. "No you should remember the only reason you got full immunity is because your parents vouched for you before they passed, and the only reason you even work for this department is because your insider experience is necessary. We have other consultants who can do your job, though, so please keep talking. I would love to finally replace you."

I snarled and left, leaving Bee there to pick up the pieces and soothe her asshole boyfriend. I stood there for a moment, collecting myself, before I stalked over to Doc's lab. I kicked open the door again -very therapeutic by the way- and sat down on one of the only clear tables, waiting for my older brother to turn around and notice me.

Doc finally spun around on his high-tech swivel chair. I looked at the metal tray in his hands. "You've always had everything handed to you on a silver tray, I might as well give you your batons the same way," he said with a smirk.

I glared at him before sighing. My frown morphed into a smile. "I'm pretty sure that's you. I'm not the one who owns a gazillion silver trays."

Doc sighed in relief dramatically. "There she is. How bad did the sting go that you're this growly?"

I shook my head. "I'm not growly. I'm perfectly normal." One look at my brother's face and I started laughing. "Okay, I'm a bit growly. But only because Rafe is an asshat. It's all his fault."

Doc brightened up a bit. "Oh, we're complaining about Rafe. Spill the tea, please. But not really because, you know, you spill anything in here, and I'm reprogramming all your shit to answer only to me."

I smirked at him. "I know you only care because you want Bee and Rafe to break up so you can swoop in and get with Bee. It's not going to work. Trust me, I know her. And you know that's a figure of speech, so, obviously, I wouldn't really spill any tea. Honestly, this is like that time you actually thought it was raining cats and dogs outside. You're twenty two years old for goodness sake. You gotta get your shit together man."

Doc shook his head. "Hey, I never know what the hell you're thinking. Remember that time when I was in that play and my line was 'I'm afraid he bit the bullet', and you shot at my head?"

I rolled my eyes. "You're being a pansy, I didn't shoot at your head, I shot at the guy I was supposed to. It's not my fault he dodged it at the last second and the bullet ricocheted off the pole behind him."

"Well it ricocheted in the general direction of right at me, and you're the one who made the shot, so technically you did shoot at me," my brother protested.

I sighed, exasperated. "You're just mad because the play got cut short."

He nodded enthusiastically. "Damn straight." I gave him a moment to rethink what he just said. "Wait, that doesn't make sense. Can I get a redo?"

I shook my head. "Nope. Now are you gonna listen to me rant or should I go grab Bee off Rafe's lap and complain to her, starting with how you're the reason I'm interrupting them in the first place?"

Doc sat down. "Hmm, I'll listen to you rant."

I clapped my hands in delight. "Great. I did not need to see my best friend and my worst enemy sticking their tongues down each other's throats after the day I've had."

Doc turned slightly green. "I don't even want to picture that."

I shushed him. "This is me time. So basically, I'm on the case about that missing key, but I think there's more to this story than that. I've been looking into the thief's MO, and other thefts that he or she could've committed, and there's this one where someone broke into a museum and stole a pair of doors."

Doc interrupted me again. "Doors? Really?"

I smacked him. "Shut up. They weren't famous or expensive doors. Just a simple pair of white doors that were part of the museum. Exactly like the key, where someone broke into an antique store to steal it. I hit the streets, looking for any hints to its location, and I found out some Myriad higher up wanted it. I went to this meeting, where said higher up met with some kid about the key. It sounded like the kid was a messenger, and his boss, probably the higher up's hired goon, didn't have the key yet.

"The higher up left, but the kid found me before I could tail the dude. He bolted when I flashed my badge, and right when I got to him this ho- I mean stupid Drama King stabbed him. I went after the stupid guy of course, but he got away using some Unseen moves."

Doc yawned. "Ok this is just you telling me information about your case, something I could easily find out without having to listen to your nonsense."

I smacked him harder this time. "I said shut up. I'm getting to the part where Rafe comes in. Anyways, I came back and went to Rafe's office, yelling at him for not giving me all the details, and he goes and turns the whole thing around on me, saying that it was my fault for using this as a way to get back at Myriad, which I mean I kinda am, but the point is he didn't give me all the information!

"Not only that, he brought Mom and Dad into it. And then he said the only reason I got immunity was because they vouched for me before they died. They probably did do that, but I know for a fact that part of the reason I'm here is because I finished solving their case. When I was sixteen. Who does that carrot head think he is? It's not my fault I was kidnapped when I was three years old and turned into an Unseen super soldier. He should remember that I became the second in command when I turned fourteen. Me. A fourteen year old gang leader. Then I got caught and the rest is history."

Doc looked disappointed. "So basically you're giving me your life story again and saying he's an asshole who can't take responsibility for his mistakes."

I nodded. "Exactly."

He sighed dramatically. "So you're complaining about the same thing you were last week?"

I pouted equally as dramatically. We Kings were very well known for our drama. I mean, we rocked the main leads for our school plays, and knocked the shoes off our audiences. But then again, that may have been due to the itching powder we had sprinkled on the seats and floor. Because itching powder. "Well, when you say it like that it sounds bad."

Doc shook his head. "Why don't you and your old news get out of my workspace so I can focus on more important things than you."

I turned around and sashayed out the door but not before calling out over my shoulder, "Nothing's more important than me. Guess you don't know everything since apparently you don't even know that."