I shoved whatever feelings were slowly building for Striker deep down and instead focused on the job at hand. The next few days were spent planning how we were going to pass for social elites. There were not many articles available on Donald and Linda Harzenstroff, but the one good thing is that hardly anyone knew what they looked like.
"I think as long as we don't draw too much attention to ourselves, we should be alright," I said, thumbing through an older magazine I had managed to find at a second-hand book store down the road.
Striker was sitting on the couch, cleaning his Carmine Crafted Blessing-Tipped rifle. Looking up from his work, he replied, "We also need to make sure we are by an escape route after we've taken the target out."
He had a good point. All hell was going to break loose once we took our shot. We would need to get out as quickly as possible.
"The windows would be the quickest way out." I answered, "I don't think the latch will be hard to unlock. And if all else fails, the glass itself isn't thick."
"Whatever happens," Striker mused, resuming his work, "It's going to be one hell of a night."
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Jaded | A Striker x Reader Story
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