The Spy And The Criminal (Rucas)

Manila Folder

Song of the Day: Writings on the Wall, Sam Smith

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Pouring himself a glass of scotch, Lucas picked up the manila folder in his apartment and walked around his apartment to his favorite chair. Lucas looked around the room. If a person at the FBI walked into the apartment, they would not have believed it belonged to him. The walls had pennants from all different sports teams on the walls. Newspapers lay strewn across the floor, the only neat piles were those of the Sunday comics and the latest reports of sports teams. Dirty dishes lay across the granite counter-top and empty bottles of beer, scotch, and others lay in a recycle bin next to the door. Lucas was a different person at home than he was at work.

Opening the folder, Lucas looked at the files in front of him, reading. How could a team of four nineteen year olds pull of heists that including stealing the Crown Jewels? He could barely believe they were twenty-three, nevermind pulling off something that big.

Matthews, Riley

DOB: 12/08/1998

Born in: New York City, New York

Build: 5'5"; About 120 pounds

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Chocolate Brown

Occupation: None

Parent 1: Matthews, Cory

Occupation: World History Teacher at John Quincy Adams High School

Parent 2: Matthews, Topanga (Lawerence)

Occupation: Lawyer; Partner at Law Practice

Sibling 1: Matthews, Auggie

Occupation: Student at James Madison Elementary

Reading the files on Riley Matthews, Maya Hart, Farkle Minkus, and Sarah Lincoln, Lucas couldn't figure out why they would steal things. Other than Maya Hart, all of them had normal lives that included wonderful childhoods. They had no reason to steal, none that he could visibly see.

Lucas took another sip of scotch and put the folder away. Time to get to work, he thought. Walking into his bathroom, Lucas grabbed a box of hair dye from the closet. After mixing the hair dye together and lathering it into his hair completely, Lucas let it sit for a few minutes, to get the color just right. He had to match the description the FBI gave him. After the time was up, Lucas hopped into the shower and shampooed out the dye. Putting in conditioner for color-treated hair, Lucas leaned against the wall, letting the warm water hit him gently.

His life had changed so drastically over the last several years. Lucas went to a two-year community college, only to qualify to train as an FBI agent. Because of all the skill he showed, he quickly moved up the ranks and had his own team in the matter of a year. Of course, it was a small team, just Josh and Zay, but it still was an official team. His parents were so proud.

But Lucas hadn't talked to them in four months since his job was so busy, so he didn't really know anymore.

Stepping out of the shower, Lucas wrapped a towel around his waist, taking a hair dryer to dry his hair. Brushing through it, the color was an obvious change, but it looked good on him.

To finish his new look, Lucas added contacts. He didn't need them himself, but Gavin Hersche had brown eyes, not green like his own.

Gavin Hersche. Age 24. Born on July 14th (Bastille Day), 1993. Born to Kelly and Thomas Hersche. Graduate from MIT and working as a computer hacker for a private company. In college, he ran track, and did other sports, such as wrestling and hockey.

Those were the details everyone knew. What was hidden was that he was killed by the CIA by mistake and Lucas was using his identity as an alias.

Lucas ran his hand through his hair. He, along with Zay and Josh, had tickets to board the next plane to Moscow, Russia. According to the intel that FBI received from the CIA, Matthews and her team should be there, planning their next robbery, which the intel said was supposed to be tomorrow.

Lucas took another sip of his drink, took out the brown contact lenses, and went to bed.

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"We're here." Maya Hart said, waking up her best friend, Riley Matthews. Riley stretched in the backseat of the car and looked at her best friend. "Wake up sunshine."

"Have the Chinese made their final offer on the clay soldiers we stole last week?" Riley asked, turning to Sarah. Sarah pulled out her laptop and went to their email. Sarah shook her head no. Riley said. This was the third time they stole something the Chinese didn't make an offer on. "Well, we'll just have to make this heist very valuable to the Chinese."

The group got out of the car and headed into the hotel. They showed their fake ID's and checked into their hotel room. A small room with two beds. They were trying not to draw attention to themselves, and Farkle was making it look easy, speaking perfect Russian.

"We have to bring our own bags up." He translated after everyone was out of earshot. The girls nodded and grabbed their bags, bringing them with them into the guest elevator. They got off at the fourth floor and went into their hotel room.

Riley explored their hotel room. She did this at every room they stayed at. Taking pictures. Usually the bellhops asked if all tourists from their country did this. But since there were no bellhops, there was no one except the others to ask that question, and they knew not to.

Riley was a strange little bird.

Maya turned to Riley once she was done looking around the hotel room. "Shall we review the plan again?" Maya asked, and Riley shook her head no.

"No Maya. We all know the plan by heart. And besides, the more times we go over it, the more chance we have of getting caught." Riley said, plopping down on the bed she would share with Maya.

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I want parts to be longer than this, so I will work at writing longer parts. So this is like the third time I've rewritten/republished chapter one, so I really hope you like it. Please comment and vote.