I saw an angel when I died.
He was beautiful and glowing and had gentle lilac eyes.

In fact, I was wondering where he was taking me, since we all know that wh*res go straight to hell.

"There's someone else in here!"

His brilliance hurt my eyes.

Heaven is such a bright place, compared to the hell I've lived in for the past 9 years, and this being of pure light was like a beacon, engulfing me, slowly burning me into ashes.

"Are you alright?"

His hands are like ember, burning my skin.

I didn't know whether I laughed or cried.

One thing was for sure, though, he was an angel, and he has come to take me away.

"Medic! Over here!"

His hands now touch my face ever so lightly.

"It's alright... we're here now. You're safe now. You're safe."

"Willow, are you listening?!" asked the fat man standing in front of me. He's wheezing a little as he read the contents of a case file.

"Doc, why don't you take a seat? You look as though you're about to pass out from the heat."

"I'm fine, I just had a little trouble with my car... had to walk the rest of the way here to meet you."

He looked like a melting Christmas pudding.

He took a filthy looking hankie from his back pocket and started mopping his face.

"So, is the mission clear to you?" he stuffed the soaked hankie back inside his pocket before taking a seat.

"Yes, sir." I answered briefly.

"I know you've been waiting for a chance to work with him ever since you joined the force," he said with a grin, "You have done well these past five years, so I know that I can count on you."

"You can count on me, sir," I echoed him, trying my best to keep my voice from shaking. "May I ask who else would be joining us?"

"Sgt. Ash and myself," the doc replied, "I believe you've worked with him before?"

"Not the best of times, doc." I said, recalling how much of a bastard that Ash can be.

"Ash is just a stooge. It's you I'm counting on. As you might have heard, this person's got a tendency of disobeying orders and getting into fights with his team mates. He's already been court martialed six times for such behavior. I need you to keep an eye on him at all times and make sure he doesn't get into more trouble."

"Copy that, Doc," I answered, saluting him.

"That is all." The fat doctor gave a long sigh and handed me the folder containing the case file. "Tomorrow, I shall leave for the Philippines to fetch him. We'll begin the mission next week. I'll be seeing you then."

I gave him another salute and watched as he left the small interrogation room we were occupying.

"Hell yeah!" I gave a fist pump as soon as he left.

At long last! All my hard work and effort has finally paid off! I can't believe that I could finally be able to work with him – with the International Secondary Gender Police Force's Special Lieutenant Dome!

No one knows much about Lt. Dome.

All we do know is that he's a dominant alpha with unbelievably strong pheromones. There are no other alphas who could be considered at par with his abilities to smell, detect and manipulate omegas as well as other 'lesser' alphas.

He has been working with the International Gender Police for some years now. No one knows where he comes from, only that he is the military's top secret weapon against alpha extremists, terrorists, and drug and human traffickers.

He is the sole reason why I entered the academy and joined the Secondary Gender Police Force, and my greatest dream, is to work with him some day.

I left the room and went to the dormitories to change. I have just arrived from a raid when I got the message that the Spider wanted to talk. I had no idea he was bringing me such great news!

Ev'ry body knows that Dome was no longer part of the International Gender Police Force. Word has it that he quit about a year ago after a dangerous mission in the Middle East. There was even a nasty rumour circulating that he died there, but I never believed them.

After all, angels don't die that easily.

"Hey Willow, you takin' a bath?" asked a fellow soldier as I took some clothes from my locker.

He went closer and placed an arm across my back.

"Hows `bout another fuck while we're at it?" he whispered, showing rows of pearly whites as he grinned.

"No thanks. I ain't in the mood," I answered.

No way I'm tainting myself right when I'm about to meet my savior.

"Not in the mood?" he chuckled, his hand slipping down my back and groping my ass. "Is there someone else in here who can satisfy you better than I can?"

I glared at him. He immediately pulled his hand away.

"That's too bad, Chito," called a bunk mate who overheard us, "at least, Henry lasted three weeks!" he laughed with the rest of our mates.

"Shut the fuck up, Larry," Chito snapped. "You sure you don't want me?" he asked again, his lips curling.

"Do I have to repeat myself?" I released a bit of my pheromones as a warning.

"Okay, okay!" he put his hands up and stepped back. "Just climb up my bunk if you get lonely tonight."

"I won't," I mumbled as I left the room, carrying my bath hamper.

I was half way to the showers when I realized I forgot to bring my razor. I went back and was about to open the door when I overheard them talking inside.

"...for an alpha, he sure looks like a bitchy omega. I'd like another go at that tight ass of his!"

"He's a Will-o'-the-wisp!" someone laughed. "He can lead you to heavenly delights!"

"Well, I heard he came from a whore house. He was abused so badly since he was a kid, that's why he's so thin and can't bulk up. He's pretty tall, though"

"So, that's why he's so good in bed!" they laughed some more.

"Yeah, they said he was saved from one of them whore houses down south in one of Dome's early missions."

"Dome who? That 'Super Alpha' they keep talkin' `bout? Ain't that just a fairytale?" another laugh.

"I'd like to meet an alpha who's got balls enough to drop me!"

That was Chico.

I turned the knob and opened the door.

The room fell silent.

"Hey, Willow, changed your mind?" asked Chico, grinning at me.

I answered him with a pheromone attack.

He dropped and fell face first on the floor.

"Woah, Willow, take it easy, man! We was just havin' some fun!" said the others.

"Yeah, the guy's new, give him a fuckin' break!"

"I forgot my razor," I said, glaring at them.

"Oh, sorry, I borrowed it earlier," said Larry who ran to his locker.

I took it from him, placed it in the hamper with the rest of my stuff, and left the room once more.

I sighed and let my irritation melt away.

I'm used to it, after all. There's a reason why I've stayed in the gender police this long. I have a mission, or should I say, I dream.

I've trained hard for eight years, pushed myself to the extreme, just for this day, with hopes that when the time comes, I could finally be of use to him.

To the angel who saved my life.