"What?! No! No Way!" Angel shouted through the police headquarters. "Angel, please understand. This is for your own safety. They'll never look for you among the celebrities." George, the head of the LAPD headquarters said. "But I'll be fine. I might mess up my identity or something!" Angel argued. "Look, I already talked it over with the management. Their willing to help, especially since their family." George said.
Angel sighed, plopping down onto the soft, cushioned chair. "It'll be like going undercover. Just this time you probably won't have to watch your back." George continued. "Please just do this for me. Your one of my best officers and I don't want to see you dead." "Ok George, for you...but I'm telling you, it'll never work. I mean, what are my two choices again?" Angel asked, giving in. "Well Jonny, my brother had said you could either open for them, or be a back-up dancer." "George, the only time I'm out on the dance floor is when I've had a couple of drinks, and I guess I can sing OK but I'll never be able to pull it off." Without Angel's knowledge George went in for the kill, giving her the puppy-dog eyes. "Aww...come on...if you open for them you get your very own bus...." "Really???" Angel said, perking up.
"Yep and everything is free..." "Ok Ok I'll do it. But look don't expect too much, ok?" Angel told him. "That's my girl." George said like a proud father, hugging her. Angel groaned. "Your lucky I love you." Angel said, tugging his beard. George was like her father. She went to him for everything. "Alright than, down to business. We need to get you out of here as soon as possible. So tonight you go home, I'm sending Jesse and Danny with you," "Jesse and Danny?!?!?! Those wimps?!" Angel exclaimed. George ignored her and continued. "You will immdiately report back here. You'll stay on the bunks upstairs, than tommorow morning a bus, your bus, will be here to pick you up. Your going to be under the new name "Trinity Edwards".
"Your new to the music business, and lets see...they have songs already prepared for you, and will help you sing better, teach you stuff...blah...blah...blah...you get the picture. We were talking about a hair color change but we decided against that so..." Angel smirked. "Well...can I be myself...I mean, act like me as Trinity Edwards?" "Yea, its not like they know your personality." George assured her. "Ok thats a relief." "I understand your perspective, but I really want you to keep low. When your around everyone you may be yourself, but there ARE a few things about Trinity Edwards." George stated.
"She wears these." George pulled out a pair of thick, wire-rimmed glasses. "Now, this is what Trinity wears off stage, suspected glasses, and don't worry it was my idea for extra safety. You'll look different in these." Angel put them on as she listened to George. He was right. With her clean heart-shaped face she looked completely different. "Wow, these do have an effect." Angel said. George nodded with a smile on his face. "Now just a few more things to go by. The group you will be working with will only know you for Trinity Edwards, don't reveal your true identity. Only my brother in law Jonny Wright and his wife, Donna will know who you are. I highly doubt anything will happen to you, but just make sure it doesn't all blow up in our faces. Because understand Jonny is risking his life here too." "But wait, than why is he letting me do this? I could put so many people in danger." Angel said.
"Not if you let it...truthfully this is the safest way I could keep you from being dead. But let me tell you this, if something should happen I will allow weapons. But only a handgun, and you have to keep it secrete." "Only a handgun?!?! George, your mad! I don't use those anymore, I don't even think I own one any longer, I use the automatics and rifles now." "Yes, and do you know on duty every officer is supposed to have a handgun? You could have been fired for that, but of course no one would ever do that to you." George implyed. "Well yes, but you always told me "You don't tell me how to run the LAPD, and I won't tell you how to be a cop." Angel put in. "You are right, but it can only be a handgun. The automatic might go off by itself or something, and than we'll be in trouble. Handgun is all." George explained.
Realizing he was right, Angel nodded. "Okay kid, get going. The bus will be picking you up here in the morning."
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"Bye Neils. I'll miss you." Angel told her closest friend. She tensed as his arms slipped around her waist, clasping behind her back. He squeezed tight, making her smile. "I'll miss you so much Angel...my angel..you just better be careful." Neils told her. She pulled away, looking up at him. "I will." She promised. He grinned, brushing his fingertips on her chin. "But watch your back too, I don't want to come back to your funeral." Angel told him. He smirked, pulling her into his arms again, hugging her tightly cradling her body. "I love you so much. Please come back to me." He whispered out into her hair. "I promise." She hushed out, enjoying the feel of his muscled chest. "Goodbye..."