I check my stuff for one last time. This was the most important mission I had been assigned so far and only the devil will stop me from fulfilling it.

"Well, well, well... Look what the cat dragged..." I rolled my eyes before turning around and facing one of the most arrogant and conceded males inside the FBI. Patrick Stone. Seriously, this guy still believes he's still in high school and that he can't get anything by bullying?

"I imagine the cat must done a tremendous effort to drag you here..." I retorned, earning chuckles and thumbs up from my coworkers. This guy always need a push to get in place...

"Tut tut! Is not nice to talk to your supervisor like that..." he shook his index finger, with a smug smile. I wanted to scowl, like most of the people around me. I wanted to throw a tantrum like a five-year-old, because he didn't deserve the spot. Other had worked even harder than he and they only get rookie assignments. But he doesn't because he's the son of a former FBI agent. A lot of us wonder how much Daddy dear had to pay the officers in Quantico for him to pass the tests.

"You and everyone here know how you got that spot... I bet even Messer would be able to do your job ten times better" I spatted at him, ready for a confrontation. Messer was seated at ear shot and smirked at my complement. A lot of them nodded at my affirmation.

"Careful, O'Malley... Or you'd be suspended for drinking on the job" I growled at him. Literally, growled. Messer and Hopkins had to restrain me before I attacked the idiot with a sly smirk on his face. He walked backwards before leaving the room. Only them, my colleagues released me.

"Don't listen to him... He's a fat big bully that is intimidate by better rookies..." Hopkins reassured me "Anyone could do better his job! A leech could be doing a far better job than he is!"

"Well, he does look like a leech..." Messer joked, making everyone chuckle "He sucks all rational thinking from you and all that's left is your desire of punching the light out of him..." The chuckles turned laughs, before our superior arrived.

"All right, listen up!" We all stood up straighter (the ones still sitting down, literally stood up) and listened "Today, the Women Summit will take place for the first time in the USA. I don't need to remind you would be the reputation of the FBI if we make this event a disaster..." The hidden words were heard loud and clear: 'if you do anything at all that ruins this opportunity for us, you better run and pray we don't find you' "Every one of the people in this room will be in charge of protecting the Orator for the USA and her entourage. Fair warning, they'd be two girls in it" Instantly, everyone was in alert. No one wanted to get children in danger "O'Malley, you'd be the one dealing with Orator McLean" I gave a short nod and our superior left.

"Lucky you!" Hopkins congratulated me, just like everyone else. There were no fake smiles or fake complements. We all were protecting the same. I just was in charge of the talking.

~oOo~

On time, the car with Orator McLean appeared. We were already in position when the doors opened up. The first person that came out of the car was, who I assumed to be Orator McLean. She was slim, but strong at the same time. You recognize that look immediately if you trained with the FBI, all the women have that kind of figure. Her brown hair seemed to be cut in unequals lengths, but it was tied up in a low bun. Wearing a simple pencil skirt, black high heels with a white blouse and big black sunglasses, you could see she was descendent from Native-Americans.

In her left hand, a little girl with skin a little lighter than her, same hair color walked out, gripping her hand tight. She was wearing a very colorful dress with matching shoes, which made her older than she looked. She couldn't be more like five-years-old, yet she behaved like 10. Her eyes were a beautifully shade of light blue as she was looking around before her free hand tugged someone from the inside.

Another little girl came out, but she was different, which made me assume she could be either a relative or a friend. She had long black unruly hair, pulled back by a headband with a pair of green eyes that could be the doom of any man with a heart. She was wearing a skirt and a jacket, with ballerinas, showing off her light color skin. She was more than curious and looked around more to the buildings than the people.

The last person emerging from the car was another woman that quickly attached her right hand into the second girl's free hand, forming between the four of them some kind of chain. This woman had blond hair, tied up in a messy french braid and slightly tan skin. She was also wearing black sunglasses and her choice of clothing was similar to Orator McLean: pencil skirt, black heels and a shirt. As soon as they all came down, they were surrounded by paparazzi.

We quickly entered in action, acting ourselves as several layers of protection between them and the press, guiding them inside. We could hear the screams of the press, making questions, but I couldn't decipher what they wanted to know. Once we were securely inside, I decided to do the introductions.

"Orator McLean?" The woman with the brown hair took off her glasses and I saw a rainbow "FBI Agent Theresa O'Malley. Me and my team would be in charge of the security of you and your entourage"

"Mommy, what's an enoturage?" the black haired girl asked the blond woman. She took off her glasses, showing off her calculating grey eyes, and smiled at her like only a mother could.

"It's entourage, Bi... And that is a word used for the people that always travel with someone important..." The girl, Bi, took a pensive look and nodded.

"Thanks for helping us back there, Agent O'Malley" Orator McLean shook my hand "These are my daughter Sapphire and my cousin and her daughter, Annabeth Chase-Jackson and Bianca"

"Hi" I found myself shaking Sapphire's hand, as if it was something she normally would do.

"Hello, girls... The meeting would start in few hours, you'd be free to roam the place, though I recommend to the girls not to wonder alone..." The girls looked at each mother before nodding at me "Good, I'll let you know when it's time..." I excused myself outside to check the place.

Little did I know that it was just the beginning of a long day...

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