Gray, cold and overcast in Chicago wasn’t exactly the most ideal weather to be jogging in, but for Special Agent Kyle Jordan it was the only place in the world where he didn’t feel like he had to live a lie. For the last two weeks Jordan felt as though he was living a lie which was now is life. About two weeks ago Kyle Jordan was assigned to be a part of a Task Force in Organized Crime specifically infiltrating The Mortelle Crime Family headed by Elthrial Mortelle. According to various sources she was the new head of the family, and was looking to bring the Five Families under one banner. Namely that of her family’s banner and this had the FBI understandably concerned. Kyle was chosen out of the Atlanta Office and sent into Chicago. He had only a couple of years of experience under his belt which was enough for him to know the ins and outs, but not enough for him to have that “Agency Smell” attached to him yet and didn’t have any personal attachments to him. His parents were killed in car crash while he was in College, and his older sister and him weren’t that close. Jogging was Kyle’s sanctuary though. He didn’t carry a cell phone with him, or any ID of any form on him. This was his domain and as he slowed down Kyle saw he had done five miles in just under twenty-five minutes. Kyle smiled as he said, “About time!” It was a personal best and something Kyle had been working for over the last six weeks. Once he took a cool down lap around the park Kyle felt he had earned himself a reward. Kyle stopped off at the local Starbucks and picked up a Café Mocha with a Bagel and Cream Cheese. Kyle had a seat and under just enjoyed watching the people go by. He wondered how many of them were on their way to work? Who was getting ready to pull off a crime? Who would somehow be connected to his current case? For Kyle, everyone was viewed as a suspect to him. He didn’t allow himself but so much downtime, because he worked too hard too long to make it as a Field Agent. Kyle thought he might forever be stuck in Cubicle Land monitoring transmissions and translating various codes, but after his second year in the Agency he proved himself in the field when he saved an OP in Boston from getting exposed with some quick thinking by leaping out of the Surveillance Van. This impressed The Bureau to no end and they spent a year training him as a Field Agent. This was first assignment without his Partner Roy Briscoe by his side. There was to be no contact made by him to anyone within The Agency. Kyle was on his own and if he got caught there would be no rescue attempts. His cover story Rick Cooper frustrated writer trying to make his way in Chicago working as a bartender until something better comes along. Kyle looked at his watch and realized that his people watching went a little longer than usual. He quickly made his way back to apartment where he grabbed a quick shower while listening to some of the music he downloaded last night. Once the shower was done as Kyle was slipping on his white tuxedo shirt he kept saying, “Rick Cooper. My name is Rick Cooper.” This was done so he could comfortable with taking away any connection to Kyle Jordan. Rick Cooper was bartender at one of the Upscale Bars owned by The Mortelle Crime Family called The Golden Dove. It wasn’t much but it was a seemingly innocent foot in the door, and besides bartenders here some of the best gossip. Once he finished getting dressed Kyle took a look at himself in the full length mirror wearing what appeared to be a Tuxedo Outfit sans the jacket and said, “Good Evening Mr. Rick Cooper.” Arriving five minutes early at work the manager Donny Holmes approached Rick and said, “Hey Coop, listen Adrian called in his mom is really sick so looks like you’re flying solo until we get someone in here to help out.” Rick nodded and replied, “You got it Donny. Just doing what I can to help out.” Donny said, “All right get to it Rick. Note it on your time sheet that you flew solo.” Rick replied, “Will do.” With that Rick was behind the bar in a matter of minutes doing his usual listen and pour.