Jordan woke in a cold room, her head pounding. A trickle of blood coming from a cut on the back of her head. Blood also was dried on her knee and arm, from small cuts. It had happened again. Just how unlucky was everyone ever who kidnapped her. The room as dark besides a flickering white light in front of her. She was sitting a metal chair her hands tied behind her with rope. Did this people know who she was at all? There was a metal table in front of her. There was a mirror on her right side. A two way mirror She groaned not of pain but of annoyance. This always ended the same way. Just then three men walked into the room. Two of them wore black suits, the other wearing a black shirt and some jeans. “You’re awake good,” The man in jeans said in Mexican accent. The other two men stood on either side of her. Before Jordan showed them all to a fiery demise, she might as well find out who her captors were.

“Who are? And where am I?” Jordan asked, playing perfectly into the role of helpless girl.

“Woah hold on there missy,” the man in jeans said sitting down in the chair across from her. Missy, Jordan wanted to melt his face off right now but she needed to know who he was first. “We can’t skip the pleasantries, now can we?” He said slyly. Jordan made her face look as scared as she could without making it to dramatic. “Now, my name is Carlos Deangelo,” Jordan knew that name but she didn’t where from. “And you are going to tell me where to find Agent Triten.” Agent Triten was the head of PAINT(Protection Against International and National Threats)task force. They are the Best of the Best. If a nuke is coming for the capital they blow it up in the sky. Someone in the CIA dirty? They dig up the mole. They specialize in anything and everything. It seems Carlos somehow knows I work for PAINT but doesn’t know I’m PAINT’s secret weapon, Jordan thought to herself. “How do you know who he is?” Jordan asked, her ‘scared face’ still plastered on.

“I have an inside man,” Carlos said smugly. So there’s a mole, good to know. Jordan decided that was all she needed to know. All in one motion, Jordan burned the ropes around wrist, lit the two men beside her on fire and threw her chair at Carlos. Her hands blazing she kicked down the door, dragging her hand along the wall her fire climbing it like a million spiders. Men rushed at her. Like fluid, she dodged their attacks, her fire spreading. Jordan’s veins glowed bright, the fire running threw her them. The hall behind as a blaze. Now all the people in the halls were focused on that. Jordan turned into the room where people were watching her through the mirror. On table sat her gun, and her FBI badge and a pair of car keys. Jordan took all four. She ran down the dark halls. Jordan exhaled as she saw a glowing green light exit sign. She pushed open the door light flooding the dark hall. The sun was in the middle of the sky showing Jordan it was about noon. She remembered back to when she got kidnapped. It had been while she was on her nightly run. So it had been roughly eighteen hours. Meaning her dad and her boyfriend Colten where problem loading up with guns and on their way to find her. Jordan ran out into the parking lot. She pulled out her gun, crouching down next to a car tire. Jordan reached into her back pocket pulling out the car keys she stole earlier. She clicked the unlock button and a car a few cars down honked. A smirk grew on her face she hopped into the front seat. The leather new. The shiney red exterior this car was even a convertible. The engine roared as Jordan put it in gear. The door that Jordan had come out of burst open. Carlos was amoung the men. “That’s my car!” He screamed pointing towards Jordan. Jordan floored it. The tires screached as she drove away. She smirked at Carlos, pointing a very unkind finger at him as she sped away.

Jordan pulled up to her Dad’s townhouse. Urgent voices could be heard inside. She the opened door, and the voices stopped. Jordan took in the array of gun laying on the counter. Her father Tim and Colten standing over the guns. It took them a beat to take them in before they both rushed over to her. Her father hugged her tight, wrapping his arms around her. When they let go Colten kissed her. After all that the finally noticed the blood the was dried across her arms, legs and back of her head. “What the in the world happened to you Jordan?” Colten asked fury in his eyes.

“I was kidnapped again and then lit their base on fire but not before discovering a bigger problem.” Jordan said walking over to the counter. “We’ve got a mole.”