Traitorous Love

Chapter 68- Committing a Crime

"So what exactly is the entire gang doing in my shop at 11:30 at night?" I ask after making the last person coffee. After I closed up for the day I went back to my apartment. I read up on some of the minor gang members, looked into the Lyra the Assassin's history, and tried to figure out who the man in the black hoodie was. 

The third task had no luck, but atleast the other two I made some headway. Lyra's mom was a drug overdose, her dad was a no-show, so when her mom died, she ended up in the foster system. And of coure the foster system is absolutely shit, so she was cycled through until she was sixteen when she finally emancipated herself, almsot killing her foster family for it. When she left, she got into drugs, and got really high within a couple of years. Her quirk seemingly is something to do with invisability. I haven't seen her use it, but it makes sense how she is a stellar  assassin. 

"What we're doing is using this place as the second base as we intended it to be," Said the boss, "and we also are going to need the boost of caffeine for the night?"

"And why is that?" I ask. 

"Because tonight, we're going to be getting back one of our crates from the police,"

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I crouched in the bushes, gun in my pocket. I sent a quick text to my advisor letting her know that I'm about to take part in criminal activity, a.k.a: I'm going to steal drugs from the police for a criminal organization. 

She looked concerned, asked how it was helpful for the mission, to which I had no response, and then said to not touch the drugs and to not be part in creating anything with the drug. If it gets to the poing of creating anything using the drug, anything I make is sold that is what is considered illegal. That is what will get me a straight shot into prison. 

...And that is why I'm playing watcher/get-away driver. Even though it is a demeaning job for Jenny, she is just going to play it safe for now. 

"I didn't peg you as someone to take the easy route," Lyra said next to me. 

"I would say the same thing to you...Lyra," She turns her head quickly, 

"How do you know my name?" she asks. 

I give her a smirk, "I have many contacts. Just because my families mafia was dissolved, doesn't mean I don't have people still loyal to me,"

From the corner of my eye I can tell she faces the warehouse, where the drugs are, "What else do you know,"

"Not much, just your name and that you were in the foster system," I say, "which one can assume means a rough childhood,"

She sighs, "well since you know that you might as well know my mom overdosed on pain killers. My dad wanted nothing to do with me when I was born so I was in the foster system. I emancipated myself, and that's when I met the boss," Her voice is hard, "happy now?"

I wanted to comfort her, or maybe congratulate her for survivng all of that, but that's not what Jenny would do, "I never made you tell me anything," I say with aforced snarkiness. 

I could feel her rolling her eyes, "I hate you,"

"I love you too," I giggle. It's weird. I'm supposed to not be her friend. In fact, by law I am her enemy. And yet here I am being all friendly with her. 

We sat there watching, talking as friends would. I'm so comfortable it's weird. But she is the enemy. She has killed so many people, so many parents, brothers, sisters, cousins, and friends, grieve because of the woman I am sittiing here laughing with. 

I want to throw up. 

The sirens start to blair, "Get to the car! Go! Go! GO!" We jump out from the bushes. I grab the keys from my pocket and unlock the door. We get in, and I immediately start the car before Lyra can even get her seatbelt on. 

I turn the car around in the tight parking lot. Put the car in drive. The windows are rolled down, but Lyra quickly begins to raise them, hoping the tint keeps us hidden. Two guys holding the drugs run out of the building. I unlock the doors, and they jump in. 

Police shoot at us and miss, thankfully. Lyra opens the window and grabs her gun. She shoots right back until they're out of sight. 

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