"Chief...he's gotten access to our weapon inventory," an agent said as he broke into the meeting. It made the other men and women break out into a fit of arguing.

"He can cancel all of our shipments!"
"Forget the shipments! He can use them against us!"
"What would he use them against us for?!"
"You can never tell with rouge agents!"
"I knew we should have ended him the moment he went crazy."
"He didn't go crazy, he went insane."
"I would like to know where to find him so I can kill him, please."
"He's a master at dodging the authorities, how are we suppose to find him?!"

One agent was sitting silently in the corner, his chin on his fist as he listened to his colleagues panic over each other. "Everybody shut up!" the chief shouted before they all looked at him, gradually growing quiet. "Now, I know all of you are on edge, and anxious to bring this man in and get him out of our systems."

"We aren't just anxious, we're angry. He keeps getting away with this crap, and every time we get on his trail, he makes a new one half way across the world!"

"Yeah, you're the chief, how do you plan on bringing this guy in?!" someone snapped.

"What do you send when you want to catch a criminal?" the man asked.

"A cop?" someone guessed.

"Wrong."

"A prostitute?" someone else said.

"No," he said.

"A criminal," the agent from the corner spoke up.

"Thank you! When you want to find a criminal, you send a criminal. Wanna find a spy, you send a spy. When you want to find a brother..." the chief trailed off before pulling down a projector screen, "You send a sister." A few scattered wolf whistles sounded from a few male agents as they saw the picture. A blond woman with ice blue eyes stared at them with venom.

She stood with her feet at shoulder width, her arms crossed, and one of her hips cocked. Her hair was in a braid, her black boots had the same soles of tennis shoes, build for running. Holsters were on her chest, waist, and thighs, each one containing a gun. A grappling hook was on her calf and a smirk was resting lightly on her lips, as if her picture was mocking them for their failed attempts at capturing her brother.

"As I live and breathe, he's her brother?!" the agent in the corner said in shock.

"Yes, sir."

"Well, even so, how do you plan on getting her to work for us? She's a master of disguise and combat, she's almost harder to catch than Hofferson himself," someone said.

"You want to catch a female agent...you send a playboy agent," the chief said before his eyes landed on the corner agent, who was now smirking at the assignment.