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poured down the other man’s face. Suddenly, the pushing and shoving turned into blows and punches. My agent instinct itched to go in and break up the melee, but we couldn’t blow our covers. If the whole bar knew we were DEA agents, our lives would be in serious danger, so we just watched as the brawl turned violent until finally, the two guys’ buddies pulled them off one another and the bartender threw them all out on their ears.
    Renley and Beauford finished off their third beer each and I took one last sip of mine. It tasted even worse now that it was lukewarm. They both chuckled at me and we exited the bar.
    “Now you’ve seen what a biker bar looks like. You’ve seen what outlaw bikers look and act like. You think you’re ready to get into that lifestyle? To become one of them, for a year…possibly more?”
    “Yes. I’m ready. I know it.” Again, I thought of my father with the chorus line from the John Fogerty song, “Centerfield.” You know the one.
    “Whoa, whoa…hold your horses. We’re not quite ready yet. We’ve got to get you trained on your new bike. It’s supposed to be here Monday and it’ll take at least a week to get you riding that thing well enough to pass for a veteran rider,” Beauford said.
     
    ***
     
    The next morning, a Saturday, I woke up with a nervous stomach. I knew there was one more thing I needed to do to get myself ready to go undercover and pull it off convincingly. I pulled out my laptop, opened up an internet page, and Googled: tattoo parlor, Chicago, Illinois . Dozens of results popped up, but I picked the one that looked the newest and the cleanest, Tattoo Annie’s. I wrote down the address and headed out the door.
    Was I really going to do this? Was I really going to get a tattoo for an assignment? But this wasn’t just any assignment. This was life and death. My life depended on me fitting in and being as credible in my role as possible.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 5
     
     
    I found Tattoo Annie’s and walked through the front door. Immediately, I noticed all of the pictures of different tattoos hanging from the walls and in large books sitting on tables. A tattoo-covered girl with purple hair came up to me.
    “Can I help you?” she asked in a sweet voice that surprised me.
    “Uh…I’m here for a tattoo…” I exhaled deeply. I was more nervous than I’d ever been in my life. It wasn’t the pain I was nervous about, it was the commitment I was about to take on. Tattoos are forever. Sure, you can get them removed, but it’s costly and painful. So, I had to be sure that whatever I picked was something I could live with, at least for a while.
    “Do you know what you want?” the purple-haired girl asked me.
    “No, not really,” I answered.
    “So is this your first tattoo?”
    “Yes. It’s my first.”
    “Perfect!” she chirped. “Come with me.” She led me over to a table to the left of the shop. “I love first-timers. Believe it or not, we get tattoo virgins in here all the time. I’ll help you pick out the perfect tattoo. It’s my specialty.”
    “Great. Thanks.” I flipped through the large leather-bound book filled with flowers, crosses, pin-up girls, hearts, unicorns, and dragons. Nothing looked like anything I would want on my body. But I had to remember that this wasn’t for me, it was for my alter ego, the biker chick I was to become. “What do most girls get for their first tattoo?”
    “Most girls? They usually go for a low-back tattoo. Something you can show if you want but you can hide it when you need to.” I looked at the purple-haired girl and noticed she had nearly every part of her face pierced. It looked painful, but for some reason, it worked on her.
    “Do you mean a tramp stamp?” I had seen these on many young girls in the summer time and always thought they looked incredibly tacky. But maybe she was onto something.
    She laughed. “Yeah, that’s what some people call it, but if done right, they can