Government Project

Chapter 1

My life sucked ever since I was a baby. My dad was a criminal and my mom... Well, let's just say she never liked me. My dad, he was one of the best thieves anyone has ever heard of, and when he wasn't stealing something he was teaching me to. My mom, well like I said, she didn't like me. She was always getting drunk, high, or both. So ya my life sucked. When I hit the age of 8 my dad actually took me out on a job with him and I turned out to be a natural at it. You can say I have the family talent. So I did that for the rest of my life. When I hit 14 my mom died of an overdose and a couple months after that my dad died during a job.

Now I'm 24 years old and I'm still robbing things and people. And I don't steal it for me, I do it for other people. I will steal almost anything, but I will not kill or kidnap anyone. That's the only rule I gave myself when I started this. And I will tell my clients that as well. My weapon of choice is a tranquilizer gun or plain old hand-to-hand combat. This is also the day I get caught by the FBI, and I also get my powers.

"So do we have a deal?" The man asked, sitting across from me.

"You do understand my condition?" I responded with a small smile on my face.

"I do, no partners, no kidnapping, and nobody dies. So do we have a deal?" Now he looks irritated.

"OK I will text you where and when you get the package. So have a nice day Doctor Ray." I said as I got up and walked out.

Apparently Dr. Ray was an undercover cop that I didn't know about. As soon as I got the package and texted him the location he was ready to bust me. And I was stupid enough not to check my suranding before I dropped the package off. And that was one of my dad's rules. As soon as the bag hit the floor, the cops jumped out and suranded me. I'm not going to lie, it was pretty funny that it took this long to catch me. The look on most of the officers' faces was just as funny or even hilarious. Their faces literally said that I was too young to be this good at stealing. After they handcuffed me and put me in the car, they drove me to one of their FBI offices and sat me down in a small room. The room was about the size of an apartment bedroom. And not the good ones too. Also it smelled like old people in here.

After about 30 minutes two officers walked in. I think they might do the whole good cop, bad cop thing that we see in the movies.

"Ms. Bonnie Clyde, do you know why you are here today?" Really he's going to ask that question.

"No Sir. I don't, did I do something wrong? All I was doing before you arrested me was my job." My dad always said if you're going to ask stupid question, then you're going to get a stupid response.

"Ms. Clyde..." I hate people calling me by my last name.

"Cronus please, I hate my last name."

"Um OK, Cronus, we see how well you can get in and out of places without you being caught. So we are going to give you two choices?" The other guy hasn't said a word yet. All he was doing was recording us and writing down a few things. "First choice is..."

"Hold on before you give me the options. Who the fuck is that guy, and why is he in the corner?" The cop looks over to the guy then back at me.

"He's there to test your mental health and to see if you are stable enough to answer the question. So the first option is that you go to a federal prison for about five years; or you can work for the government? The choice is yours." Holy shit they're serious. They are going to make me an episode of White Collar or something.

But there's a catch, the government always has a catch. "What's the catch, if I take the Desk Job? And don't say 'there is no catch' you badges always have a catch." I was thinking about the job offer but if the catch is something I hate then the prison would be the best for me.