"Now," Jordan said into the mic. Everyone near the stage was watching and listening. "I'd like everyone to give it up for my uncle, Officer Frank Katz!"

A tall, broad officer strolled onto the stage, waving.

"Holy shit," Nicky said, "he's related to someone on the force."

"Figures," Ken said. He pulled on Nicky's arm, pulling her toward the stage.

"I know you're going to enjoy this," Jordan said. "I went to his retirement party recently, and I saw the man eat three plates of food! Isn't that wonderful?"

Everyone laughed.

"So, as a token of my appreciation for all the years of service," Jordan said. "I've taken the liberty to plan him a wonderful retirement party. I'd like to officially welcome everyone to the party!"

Cheers went up.

"To hell with it," Ken said. Nicky looked at him, confused. "Let's just nail this son of a bitch to the ground."

"Walker, wait--"

But Ken was already storming up to the stage. Nicky had a bad feeling about this. She chased after.

As the two agents walked on stage, confusion took over the room. Ken and Nicky held their badges up.

"FBI!" Ken's voice boomed. "Jordan Katz, we need to speak to you!"

"What?" Jordan exclaimed, his face pale.

But it was Frank who stepped up to Ken. "What the hell are you feds doing here ruining my retirement party?"

"Step aside," Ken said. "We're taking Jordan Katz with us."

"Like hell you are. You're not taking anyone," Frank said, stepping even closer to Ken.

"If you don't get the hell out of my way," Ken said, "I will arrest you."

Frank's face flushed red. "You try that, you little prick, and I swear to God I will make sure you spend the rest of your life in prison."

Nothing happened for a moment, but then Ken stepped even closer to Frank, their faces inches apart.

"I'm not kidding," Ken said.

Frank's giant fist flung at Ken's face, hitting him right in the eye.

The whole room gasped. Chaos unleashed. But all Nicky could think of was Jordan--who was using the chaos to slip off stage, into the crowd.

Not on my watch, Nicky thought. Ken was a big guy--he could handle himself, so Nicky dashed past him and Frank as they duked it out and tailed Jordan through the crowd.

He was moving fast, but Nicky was faster. She'd been trained for this, and she was in top shape.

She knew how to run, and she knew how to run fast. She'd always been an athlete, and she'd always excelled at sports, and she knew she had the potential to be one of the best agents.

"Jordan Katz, FBI!" she yelled.

Despite what was going on, people cleared out of her way. Most of them had no idea what was happening, but they must've known that she was serious.