Emma's Testimony

Emma Morrison's POV

Emma Morrison spun around on the FBI offices rooftop and saw the impossible.

Her mother stood twenty feet away, alive and whole, wearing tactical gear and carrying a gun.

"Mom?" Emma whispered.

Jennifer Morrison looked older than the pictures Emma remembered, with gray running her dark hair and hard lines around her eyes. But it was definitely her.

"Hello, baby girl," Jennifer said softly. "I've missed you so much."

Emma's mind couldn't understand what she was seeing. Her mother had died fifteen years ago. Emma had been at the service. Had cried herself to sleep for months.

"You're dead," Emma said. "We buried you."

"You buried someone else," Jennifer responded. "A Jane Doe who looked enough like me. I'm sorry, Emma. But I had to leave to protect you and Jake."

"Protect us from what?" Jake demanded, his voice shaking with emotion and rage.

Jennifer's eyes shifted to her son. "From the truth about what I really was. What I still am."

Agent Kim kept her weapon trained on Jennifer. "Jennifer Morrison, you're under arrest for—"

"For what?" Jennifer interrupted. "Being an undercover FBI agent who went deep cover for twenty years? Check your records, Agent Kim. I'm still technically on your payroll."

Agent Kim pulled out her phone and made a call. Her face changed as she listened to whoever was on the other end.

"It's true," Kim said slowly. "She's been undercover this entire time. Orders came from the Director himself."

Emma felt like the ground was disappearing beneath her feet. "I don't understand."

Jennifer took a step closer, and Emma automatically moved back.

"Let me explain," Jennifer said. "Twenty-eight years ago, the FBI recruited me to infiltrate the Webb group. I became their recruiter, gained their trust, climbed their ranks. For eight years, I sent information back to the FBI while pretending to be one of them."

"Then you got pregnant with me," Jake said angrily.

"Yes. And I wanted to quit. I wanted to be your mother, live a normal life. But the Bureau convinced me to stay underground. They said I was too valuable to pull out." Jennifer's voice cracked. "So I stayed. And you both grew up without a mother because I picked duty over family."

Emma felt tears running down her face. "Why fake your death?"

"Because the Webb family learned I was FBI. Marcus tried to kill me, just like Catherine said. But the Bureau helped me fake my death and go even deeper underground. I've spent fifteen years rising to the top of the organization. And now I run it."

The rooftop went silent except for the wind.

"You run a criminal empire?" Emma asked in fear.

"I control it," Jennifer amended. "Every major choice goes through me. Every shipment, every mission, every murder. And for fifteen years, I've been feeding all that information to the FBI, letting them take down the group piece by piece without anyone knowing I'm the informant."

Agent Kim dropped her weapon slightly. "The Director confirmed it. She's our most valuable asset. Everything we know about organized crime comes from her intelligence."

Jake shook his head violently. "No. You're a criminal. You've killed people!"

"I've saved thousands more," Jennifer replied. "Every bust, every arrest, every criminal network the FBI has destroyed in the past fifteen years—that was my intelligence. I had to do terrible things to maintain my cover, but it was for the greater good."

Emma wanted to scream. Her mother was alive but had chosen to stay dead to them. Had let them grieve while she played criminal genius.

"Did you know about Dad?" Emma asked quietly. "Did you know he was dying?"

Jennifer's calm cracked. "Yes. I've been watching you both all these years. Protecting you from the dark. When Thomas got sick, I wanted to come home so badly. But I couldn't risk exposing my cover."

"He died thinking you were dead!" Emma shouted. "He died alone because you chose your mission over your family!"

"I know," Jennifer whispered. "And I'll regret that forever."

The mercenaries around them lowered their guns. They all worked for Jennifer.

Agent Kim's phone rang. She answered, listened, then looked at Jennifer with new respect mixed with disgust.

"The Director wants you all at offices immediately. There's been a change."

They rode down in tense silence. Emma sat as far from her mother as possible.

At headquarters, the Director himself met them—a stern man in his sixties who looked like he'd aged a decade in one night.

"We have a situation," the Director said without preamble. "Jennifer, your cover is blown. Someone inside the Bureau leaked your name to the organization's leadership council. They've put a ten million dollar prize on your head. Every hitman in the country will be hunting you by morning."

Jennifer didn't even move. "Who leaked it?"

"We don't know yet. But it gets worse." The Director pulled up security video on a screen. "They've also identified Emma and Jake as your children. The bounty spreads to them. Dead or living."

Emma's blood ran cold.

"How long do we have?" Jennifer asked quietly.

"Twelve hours, maybe less. We're planning witness protection for all three of you. New names, relocation, the works."

"No," Emma said firmly. Everyone turned to look at her.

"Emma—" Jake started.

"No," Emma replied. "I'm not running. I'm not hiding. I'm fifteen years old and I've watched my father die, my town burn, and now I find out my mother has been living this whole time. I'm done being a victim."

She pulled out her phone and held up the pictures she'd taken in the mine. "I have proof of everything. The files I found, the crime records, all of it. And I'm going to speak. In court, on TV, everywhere. I'm going to tell the truth about this organization until everyone knows exactly who they are."

"Emma, they'll kill you," Agent Kim said.

"Then they'll kill a witness who already told her story," Emma responded. "I'm making a video statement right now and uploading it to every news group in the country. If they kill me, the video still exists. My story still matters."

Jennifer looked at her daughter with tears in her eyes. "You're so brave."

"I learned it from Dad," Emma said coldly. "Not from you."

The words hit Jennifer like a physical blow.

"I'll help," Jake said, standing beside his sister. "We'll testify together."

Over the next six hours, Emma and Jake gave detailed statements to the FBI, to federal prosecutors, and to media. They told everything—the corruption, the murders, the plot.

By sunrise, Emma's face was on every news station. "Teenage Hero Exposes Massive Criminal Network."

Emma felt tired but proud. She'd respected her father's memory. She'd fought for truth and justice just like he'd taught her.

That's when her phone rang. Unknown number.

Emma almost didn't answer, but interest won.

"Hello?"

A computer-altered voice spoke. "Emma Morrison. You've made a terrible mistake. Your evidence has signed death warrants for you, your brother, and your mother. We're coming for all of you. And we always finish what we start."

The line went dead.

Emma's hands shook as she showed Agent Kim the call.

"We need to move you immediately," Kim said.

But before anyone could respond, the power went out again.

This time, explosions rocked the building from various sides.

Through the window, Emma saw black vans surrounding the FBI offices.

Dozens of armed mercenaries poured out, all wearing masks, all highly armed.

"They're here," Jennifer said sadly, loading her weapon. "The leadership group sent everyone they have. This is their final move."

Agent Kim grabbed Emma. "We need to get you to the panic room."

But Emma looked at her mother, her brother, and all the agents ready to fight.

"No more running," Emma said. "I stay and fight."

"You're fifteen!" Kim protested.

"I'm a Morrison," Emma answered. "And Morrisons don't run from evil. They face it head-on."

The building shook as the first wave of attackers breached the door.

Emma picked up a phone and started recording.

"My name is Emma Morrison," she said into the camera. "And if you're watching this, it means the criminal group tried to silence me. But they failed. Because the truth is stronger than their bullets. And truth is worth dying for."

She hit upload just as gunfire sounded in the hallway outside.

The final battle had begun.