A/n just so u gremlins know DJ will responded in two different names. Chrissy (which you found out in the last chapter) or DJ her nickname. Let's get into the story!
Chrissy's pov
Once we got off the plane, Emily immediately called Brent. I'm not even joking, when I say they're in love. They are that kind of couple. But back to the real subject. When we got out of the airport, we decided that I go and meet Dylan, while the girls look for an apartment. They walked away giggling like Japanese school girls. I sighed, and walked to where Dylan wanted me to meet him. And to answer your question, that was the FBI station.
I stared walking, and here in New York City is busy as hell. Crowds everywhere. Stores in every place. Billboards shining, like a movie screen. Back in Hawaii, I'm sure there wasn't even a single, cramped place like this.
It's so fucking tight, but easier to pickpocket. I've taking pickpocketing as a habit of mine. But now is not the time.
When I finally got to the FBI station, I saw a man older than me, standing outside of the building. He had a small scruffy beard, an FBI suit, and black sunglasses on. I walked up to him and asked " Can you tell me where Dylan Rhodes is?" He chuckled. " You're taking to him DJ," he answered. My eyes widen. " Welcome to the big apple," he said with a smile. " Nice to finally meet you. I'm Chrissy Willson,"
He smiled. " I can't wait for you to meet , the horsemen," he said. " Maybe you can be the new horsemen. I hear you have great talents," he says with a slight chuckle. " who's in the horsemen group?" I ask. " Daniel Atlas, Henley Reeves, Jack wilder, and Marritt Mckennly," he said.
YOU ARE READING
Now you see me
Roman d'amour" The closer you look, the less you see. But, that's just a modo. Actually, if you look too close, you see nothing at all," I say to the audience. You could look at blank white wall, until your face turns purple. It still wouldn't change a thing. D...
