Agent Saqara Jones was a lady in her 25's always on time and if the situation has trouble she already has an escape plan before you can say 'shizzle-nizzle'. Today Agent Jones was having an important meeting with the military captain, the 'cat from wonderland' and the president in a very secret base camp.

As she headed down the rusted tunnels, that now had a yellowish paint cracks all over due to the age, and thought how the meeting would go. Sure, everybody trusted her but her idea now was just crazy and she didn't know how they would react. They would probably just have her have a brain scan to see if everything is fine.

But the Cheshire Cat would probably agree with her and she was pretty argumentative. If luck was on the Agent's side then she had nothing to worry about and everything could go as planned.

The Agent arrived in front of an old green door. The number 55 painted in orange in big bold writing. Jones opened the door by passing the security card in the middle of the tow numbers. Entering the room she saw the people she had to meet missing only the Cheshire Cat who, was certainly, invisible. Suddenly the smell of roast chicken and fried potatoes hit her nose. The Agent moned internally.

She looked around before a perfect white smile appeared before her. Slowly the eyes appeared, bright and green, followed by the body of a woman in her 20ties with black and emerald silky strait hair wearing a tight black one sleeve dress hugging and showing her curves at a point of perfection. Her nude lips and smokey eye with a hint of blueish green was done by a professionist and Jones felt intimidated by the woman.

"Hello Agent Jones." She said in her thick British accent, " My name is Kit." She finished extending out her perfectly manicured hand.

"Agent Jones." Said the agent shaking her hand and letting go almost imidiatly. Jones then turned over to the rest of the team sitting in the cofortable looking blue chairs around the wooden table set for dinner. Indeed on the table was roasted chicken and potatoes.

They all sat and served themselves, nobody daring to cut the silence looming over them. The first one to speak was the military captain,

"So, what are the plans?" He said cutting the chicken and plopping  one piece in his mouth, "We need to find out who is behind all these disapierences Agent Jones. Who do you want us to send? The military force? The FBI? Tell us your plan." Insisted the old man.

The Agent put down her fork and knife and took out from her bag a folder. Not one of those with written on 'Top Secret', no, that would cause too much attraction. Instead it was an A4 white folder. Simple but with that information inside, it was deadly. Jones opened the folder showing a picture of a man with dark blue eyes and brown hair.

"What has this to do with your plan?" Asked the Cheshire Cat now intrigued.

"Everything." Replied simply the Agent, plopping a piece of chicken in her mouth, "What I'm proposing is very danegerous. But it might acctually work. And it may be our only hope."

"So what exactly are you proposing?" Asked again the Cheshire Cat.

"I'm proposing of creating a team of very danegerous people. Not anybody but criminals. Don't worry there will be an FBI agent and a few bodyguards. I know what I'm asking is danegerous but what other option do you have gentlemen? The world is at stake here. If all the great minds are going to disappear what are we going to do?" She paused and sighed, "I hate beeing cheesy but they are our last hope."

"I don't know if we can actually make that happen but who are the criminals in question, Agent Jones?" said the president, sipping his bordaux wine in the flute.

"This," said the Agent, pointing at the picture of the guy, "Is Aron Samuel or as many people know him, Blackmail.”

Name : Aron Samuel

A.K.A : Blackmail

Profession : Hacker

Backround : Sister , Brother

Aron's flashback

The inside of the cabin was humid. Aron's fingers typed quickly letteres and codes on the screen untill a small beep was heard. On the screen appeared a few angles of a surveillance footage.

On it was a chubby man dressed in a tux and too much gold rings on his greedy fingers. His grey gelled hair, or what's rest of it, styled back and his belly popping out from underneath his too tight vest. With him 4 sugar babies trying to impress him with too short skirts and tank tops that made their brest pop out. Two bodyguards were standing on each corner of the room, all looking at the man and some occasionally checking out the girls.

Aron took out of his jeans pocket his phone and diled a number. As it was ringing he saw the chubby man take out his too expensive phone from his pocket and grimacing before responding.

"What do you want Blackmail?" The man on the other end of the line said.

"I want my money Frank." Said Aron through the speaker, " And I want to get it now." He say the man's face flash in fear before being replaced by a blank look.

"Okay, the 1,000,000€ are in their way." Frank said motioning to a body guard who immediately took out his own phone and started tapping furiously until Aron heard a beeping sound from his laptop.

"Double it." Aron said sternly. He heard the man laugh dryly.

"I paid you that's enough."

"I have hacked the security system and I could just take all your money from you and make the building you are in explode so just send me the double. I want to see 4,000,000,€ versed now in my account." He threatened.

The man's face went pale and motioned for the bodyguard again,"The sum should arrive now." The man just sighed, "I'll need some other things too." And with that he hung up.

A beeping sound came again from Aron's laptop. As Frank said the sum now was 4,000,000€.

Another job well done... He thought before exiting the car.

End of flashback

"How did you catch him?" said Kit.

"Well he was the trickiest of all but we managed just fine." Jones said smirking.

Continuation of Aron's flashback

When the door was fully open Aron could see all the military cars parked in front of his blocking the way. He had no possible exit exept for up.

"Aron Samuel you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent, all you might say now may be held against you." said the agent on the right.

The officer took out the handcufs and chained Aron's hands, excorting him to the car.

Never mind what I thought, this is the end for me... Aron thought as the officer started the car.

End of flashback