First Cover

"You're kidding me right?" Briggs asked Mike as they sat in the phone room of Graceland. Mike had just told Briggs that he was just assigned a cover for a simple FBI sting operation. It was just a simple takedown with a crappy dealer with little to no connections. It was Mike's first cover after the Solano's/ Sulla sex trafficking and drug lord bust. After about two months of sitting in Graceland and even a desk for a week, Mikey-Mike was finally considered well enough to get in the field.

"Alright, fill me in on your cover," Briggs insisted as Mike took a seat across from him. "So simple you even got a fake name! Damn, Levi. Thought your first back would a little bigger than this. What the hell kind of name is this anyways? Two A's, come on man." Paul said aggravated. Yeah, he had his trouble with Mike, and a lot of it, but he knew the kid was an incredible agent. He deserved a better first job than this shit.

"Cover name is Aaron Tveit. He's 31 years old and six feet tall. He was an actor and singer but the tiny unknown show he was on killed him off. No job, no money so he turned into a junkie. Now he's apparently trying to get some baby," Mike stopped to smile at the word, remembering on his first sauce night when everyone laughed at him for saying "marijuana." DJ even called him a white boy and Paul said he needed to know the street names for it; thus resulting in Johnny going through all the names for the drug in reverse alphabetic order. Mike then said, with copious amounts of cockiness in his voice, "Hey, yo. You got some a dat baby?" and everyone laughing and applauding him. "And he's just scraping by. It should be a quick bust In and out, no questions."

"Alright man. You gonna remember all this shit they listed here for your cover? Lot of ass and nothing to grab, man," Paul criticized and laughed during the first bit.

"I just want to get back into the field. Get my hands on my-"

"I don't even want you to finish that sentence, Mikey!" Charlie shouted. She was hanging out with Briggs today, she had a day off.

"Levi here just got his first cover back, Chuck E' Cheese. Come read this file, Char." Charlie read the file quickly with her brow furrowed before snapping it shut and tossing it onto the desk.

"That's too simple for Mike! That cover is weak. Mike, you can do bet-"

"Thanks Charlie. It's just a simple as shit bust. Half an hour at most," Mike consoled.

"Then you better get the hell outta here and bust someone's ass. Go on man, text us when you're done." Charlie said. Mike nodded and stepped out of the room. He grabbed his keys and looked into the room one last time before leaving. Charlie warned him:

"Don't get shot again, Levi."