"Listen up! Yall are no better than the gum stuck to my boots. You just got out of training and think you're hot shit! YOU WILL get someone killed. Now line up with your commanding officer and try to learn something, Boots. Any questions?" The Commander sneered not expecting any questions to his simplistic directions.
A young officer shakily raised her hand. The older commanding officer nodded at her to ask her question. "Who's that?" He turned to look back over his shoulder to see a woman half in half out of her car sitting with her head in her hands.
"That's Jalen Steele," he said softly. He looked across the yard and could tell some of the recruits were straining to hear his words. He heard a car door slam shut, turning he saw Steele staring at him, and he knew she could hear him. "She's the best."
Jalen groaned wondering why she stayed up so late last night. The tip she received didn't pan out. Fuckers! Her head snapped up as she heard her name. She glanced at the Boots fresh from the academy. She closed her car door and slowly made her way to her office. Coffee. She needed coffee.
Jalen turned the corner going towards her desk when a hand shot out. She easily stopped it inches from her face.
"Told ya," Eric Willably, a short, chubby detective cried. "You owe me 50 bucks, Martinez."
Paulo Martinez grimaced and tried to jerk his hand from Jalen's grip. Jalen let go shaking her head and sat down at her desk. Someone put down a mug of hot coffee in front of her with hazelnut creamer and sugar. The only way she'll drink coffee.
"You're ... YOU'RE ... Steele. Jalen Steele!" Jalen looked up and groaned at the Boot gushing at her. "Is it true you grew up as a Guerilla assassin?"
"Ah, shit," Jalen said to herself as Willably laughed.
Martinez leaned back in his chair with a smirk. "It's true. She was birthed in the Brazilian rain forest in the midst of a gun fire. Her mother was a deadly assassin who taught Steele here how to shoot a gun before she could walk. Our girl can take apart and put back just about any weapon. Hell, as a teen she was running Colombian refuges with her mother attacking and causing mayhem against the government. We're just lucky she's on our side."
Everyone burst out laughing. It was all true except Martinez didn't know shit about geography. The Boot looked uncertain if Martinez was telling the truth or not. "Don't you have somewhere to be, Boot?" Jalen knew her words came out more gruffly than intended, but she didn't care. She had work to do.
2 hours later and Jalen was alert, ready, and pissed off. She had been working on a case: Marco Cortez a crime lord who was trying to make a name for himself by shooting up her city and selling bad drugs. She finally got a lead on a meeting where he'll be at. If she left now she might make the end of the meeting.
"Hey, Steele?"
Jalen didn't stop moving as she stalked through the station and to her Cheville SS. She turned the ignition and smiled as she heard her baby roar and then purr just for her.
******
"You're making us all look bad, Marco. Your product is killing everyone. If you kill the consumers than where's the demand?"
"And if there's no demand than yall are out of business." Jalen quipped from her position near the door. Jon Benetti, a crime boss she had yet to take down, and Marco looked at her. "What? Was this a private conversation?"
"As a matter of fact, bitch, it was," Marco sneered at Jalen.
Jalen smiled prettily. "You don't know who I am do you?" Marco narrowed his eyes at her. He was smart enough to pick up the body language of Jon who was sitting back looking at Jalen with suspicion even though he looked physically relaxed. "Probably thinking of some witty comeback," she said to Jon.
"You're survival instincts suck," she informed Marco. "You can't smell a cop? Or is my cop presence off?"
"Cop?!" Marco bellowed.
"And I have a warrant for your arrest Marco Cortez."
Marco pulled out a gun. Before he could aim it at her, Jalen stepped forward, spun, and slapped his wrist sending the gun crashing into the nearby wall. Jalen gave that same pretty smile, backed up, and motioned for Marco to try again.
"Okay, bitch, you wanna play. Let's play." Marco threw a left jab at Jalen which she easily dodged. She laughed and he threw a few more sloppily with anger. Jalen danced around them and threw a uppercut connecting with Marco's jaw. He dropped like a stone.
"Hey!" Jalen cried out looking disappointed. "Get up! Come ooooooon."
"Nice punch," Jon said lazily as he slowly rose. "My turn."
"Mr. Benetti are you defending this piece of shit."
"No, just thought you'll like a challenge."
Jalen looked Jon over. The man stood at what had to be between 5'11 and 6 ft. He had a creamy complexion that was in stark contrast to his black hair and black eyes. His head was shaved close and his suit was impeccable. The thing looked like it was made just for him. "If you rip your suit don't come gunning for me."
Jon equally looked Jalen over. She was 5'6, her skin a soft caramel complexion, and in the sunlight he could see the red, black, and brown tones in her hair. She had a decent bust and hips that flared out into a nice ass and hips. She wore jeans that looked like she poured them on and a halter top that tied at her neck. Not the kind of uniform you expected from a cop. "Don't break a nail and come with a warrant for me, lil cop."
Jalen growled. "I am not little. I am average height thank you very much." He only smirked and it was so on. She danced on the balls of her feet and threw a left jab, but came across with a right hook. Jon dodged her jab and knocked her hook away and came back with his own punch to her stomach. Jalen spun, letting the punch slide off her as she threw her elbow back at his ribs. Jon grabbed her elbow and pushed her back a few steps.
They both reevaluated each other and liked what they saw. It had been awhile before a man didn't underestimate her. She leaned back and threw a kick which he blocked and threw a punch at her face. Jalen ducked and with her right foot kicked out at the back of his knee sending him to the ground. As soon as his back hit the floor she was on top of him.
"Aw, and here I thought you were going to be more fun."
She raised her fist and brought it down towards his face. He caught her fist and rolled his weight over sending her to the ground. Now he straddled her. "I know you didn't think it would be that easy did you?" Using his strength he pinned her hands down at her head. Unlike most women, Jalen didn't panic. She slid her arms up so they stretched out over her head causing Jon to lean close to her. His face was inches from her and he stared at her mouth as though he was contemplating kissing her. Jalen brought her head up sharply in a head butt and threw him off her.
They both got to their feet and paused hearing police sirens in the distance. Jon sighed. "We'll continue this another time." Jalen raised an eyebrow and watched as he left out the back door.
****
2 days later and Jalen was staring at a new case on her desk. Mr. Big was an affluent, weasly, little man whose name obviously made up for his short stature and probably his cup size as well, Jalen thought. The case was all but solved except that every witness they had kept mysteriously disappearing or ending up dead. The department was hoping she'll find someone to nail his ass.
Jalen was going over known locations when a Dance Club XS caught her eye. It was one of those dance clubs that was popular and naturally attracted the wrong crowd. She was going to check the place out and hopefully she'll run into Mr. Big. Worst case scenario she'll finally have gone out to dance, but what to wear?
Jalen arrived at Club XS wearing a short black dress. The back of the dress pooled out into a triangle that stopped just at the back of her knees while the front of her dress stopped at mid thigh. Her strappy black heels made little clicks as she walked past the line and to the bouncer at the front. The man looked at her and let her in to the protests to the people waiting.
The club was like any club; playing hip hop a touch too loudly, dancers everywhere, and alcohol flowing. Jalen walked through the throng of people and over to the bar where she ordered a sprite. She turned and looked over the club as she waited for her drink. "Holy, shit!" Jalen looked up to the VIP section and there was Mr. Big with a group she couldn't see from her position.
"You're drink."
Jalen grabbed her drink and made her way to the VIP section. As she got closer a man stepped into her way. "I just want to say hi." The man didn't look like he was going to move and she was wondering the best way to take him down without showing the club her panties and without spilling her drink.
"She's cool."
Jalen looked up at Jon's voice and smirked. She was beginning to suspect that if she looked for any major crime boss she'll see him just behind them. "Thank you." She pushed past the guard and sat down so she could see Jon, Mr. Big, and the 3 guests she didn't recognize. She turned her body slightly so she could see the guard and the mirror in front of her, which was behind Jon and Mr. Big, and would let her see anyone coming up behind her.
Mr. Big looked at Jon. "You know this beautiful woman," he purred.
"You mean Detective Steele," Jon quipped.
Mr. Big did a double take at Jalen. In this get up she was sure she looked like any other club dancer. That and she had a pocket gun strapped to her inner thigh. "A cop?"
"That's another word for Detective," Jalen answered the obviously slow Mr. Big.
"You've invited a cop. Here," Mr. Big ignored her as he questioned Jon.
"I find her... entertaining." Jon said as way of explanation.
"I find her sexy," said one of their guests. "Cop or not wanna fuck?"
"What's your name," Jalen asked.
