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Miles and I move through the shadows of Brooklyn, the stiff exterior of the bike sitting against me as we weave through the traffic.
Purple lights dance around us as I dig my legs into the bike, the black fabric of my cargos rubbing against my thighs as we get faster and faster, becoming a blur to the on lookers we pass.
We drive over the same bridge we burnt our police files under, the metal structure echoing under the bikes as we move across.
The water below me is still and is shadowed by the buildings that tower and consume around us.
Eventually, we still as Miles pulls up at the back of a jewellery store. I follow him, slowing down as we get off our bikes.
Miles reaches for his second phone, as he begins to call Ronan.
"Send me and Adeline the floor plan" Miles murmurs, as he speaks to Ronan, but his face distorts with a sense of discomfort at what I imagine is Ronans response.
"What do you mean it's too risky for you to operate?" Miles questions, as he stills. "Your report. It's the only lead after we discarded of ours. Isn't it?" Miles realises, as I do the same.
"Shit. We're sorry, especially after I shot the captain, I was too focused on getting out safely" Miles mutters. "I understand." He replies, as the line goes dead.
He removes the phone from his hand, and looks at me. "They are going to discover Ronan" his eyes are narrowed, as he slumps against the wall, leaning down until he's sat against the floor, looking up at me, a defeated gaze through his mask.
Miles begins to smoke, as I slump beside him. He stares at me, as the greyish trail leaves his mouth. "It is too risky." I murmur, taking the spliff he offers me.
"If it's so risky, doing what we do, then why are you here?" Miles asks, as he lights my spliff, which he placed gently between my slightly parted lips.
I exhale the smoke, as Miles phone rings out echoing around the darkened alleyway .
"I'll do it" Ronan mutters, "I've sent you both the floor plan, and RJ will be there with a car in twenty minutes so be quick " he adds.
Miles nods at the news. Before he uses the drainpipe to scale up the building, sliding through a narrowed window on the third floor of the building.
I follow his path, entering through the small window, as we emerge into a store room, mops and buckets slump gingerly against the wall, and cleaning fluids and bleach line the walls.
"Two security guards pass through that door, on their route every ten minutes, according to Ronan" Miles whispers, gesturing to the door.
The metal frame, complete with a grey door, with a small window in the top is separating us, and the jewellery store.
Miles slides me a gun across the floor.
A black glock18.
I take the gun into my hands, as we move cautiously towards the door, the Prowler mask flickers across my face, as does Miles as he looks at me.
"Ronan has disarmed the building of the ability to call the police for the next ten minutes, before the backup generator allows signal to be regained. That's our window"
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Fanfiction"I like girls like you. Girls who think they can act all independent and control themselves.. I like to play with girls like you " Miles retorts, his narrowed eyes meeting mine. "Why's that?" I question, staring back. "Because I like to use them"...
