Michael

You're a 19-year-old girl and worked at the FBI for a year. Because you know someone who works there, you were able to get in. You've always wanted to be a secret agent, but because of your age, you weren't allowed to do it.

One day, you were promoted to agent and assigned to Michael as your partner. He's 25 years old, self-confident, and a professional. He has wheat-colored hair, gray eyes, and is about 187 cm tall.

Your first assignment was to catch gun smugglers. You arrived at the office in the morning and walked into your boss's office. Mike was already there, looking disgruntled.

-Boss, she's a woman! A little woman... She can't do anything! Why should I be the one to babysit her?

Michael was angry that he would have to work with a "little woman." Usually he worked alone, or with a man of equal strength.

• Come on, she can handle it, especially with such a professional...

Chief Jerry winked at Mike and smiled at you. Michael left the office without even looking at you. He left the building and stopped by his car, tiredly covering the bridge of his nose. It had been two days since he'd slept properly.

You soon followed him out.

-What are we going to do?
-We? You'll listen to me, and I'll do all the work. First, we'll go to a bar and ask a Mexican friend of mine... maybe he knows something.