Project Juvenile

Ch.1 The Collection

Have you ever experienced something so strange, so unbelievably awesome that it seems unreal? If you haven't, then do I have a story to tell you. This story may not seem real, but I promise you, it is. I seen it with my own eyes. It is real, but you'd never know it. It was so well hidden, you'd never guess anything was afoot. I'm hoping that after I tell you this story, you will see the world in a new light. This story begins with a simple boy, a simple girl, and a simple crime.

"Jerod, I don't think I can go through with this. I don't want to go to jail," said Jerod's younger cousin, Misty. "Simple," said Jarod. "Then don't get caught." The plan was simple. Get in, grab the thing they were sent after, make millions, get out without being caught. Simple.

There usual targets aren't anything big, but that was before Jarod knew his capabilities, and before they knew how much people were willing to pay for them to use his abilities. If they were found out, it wouldn't matter. He could be in and out faster than the speed of sound.

"Besides, all you have to do is stay here with the car. If things get to bad then drop everything and drive. I will simply run away. You got nothing to worry about," Jerod said in his cocky tone which told you he meant what​ he said.

"I'm not even old enough to drive!" Misty tried to say, but was interrupted.

"How much do you think I could get out of this?" Jerod asked. "Nothing if you don't hurry up and go in," Misty said, hugging herself tightly. "I don't want have to do it again," she said. "Misty, if it comes down to it, please do it," Jerod was asking a lot from her.

"If we accomplish this last job, we will never have to do another job again! So please, tell me that I can trust you to do it," he said to his cousin. She looked at him. "Life will be perfect as long as we get this done," he promised her. "Can I count on you Misty?" She looked up at him. Her eyes were literally stormy. He smiled, "Good.

"Be careful," Misty whispered softly as Jerod crept silently into the castle like house. Running so fast not a single camera caught a single glance at him. Misty stood watch, waiting anxiously for the FBI to catch up. Ever sense the "incident" they've trying desperately to catch them.

Misty didn't mean for anyone to be hurt. They nearly caught Jerod. She didn't know that she could do anything like that. She never had before. All she wanted was help Jerod, not kill a man. It wasn't intentional. A simple acedent.

She never wanted to be a killer. Now she's haunted at night by what she had done. The worst part was that Jerod asked her to do it again, if "the need be."

Tears brimmed her eyes. She whipped the tears away. Willing herself to stop crying, but they kept coming.

Meanwhile, Jerod was sneaking around the house, looking for the USB. He serched and serched and serched, yet found nothing. "What is so important about this USB?" Jerod asked himself. "I guess as long as it pays well then it doesn't matter," he said digging in another drawer.

Finally, he came to a room filled with computers. "Duhh!" he said hitting himself in the head. "It only makes sense I guess."

Misty stood close to large tree. Suddenly, sirens cut through the thick, night time silence. Before long, FBI vehicles where surrounding the yard entirely. No where to run, choppers soon arrived overhead.

"Jerod," she whispered although she obviously knew he couldn't here her.

"Misty Conley," she turned to see a new man. Someone she didn't recognize. "It's time to give it up. You're surrounded. Just give yourself up," he said. She looked at him. Tears built in her clouded eyes. Thunder boomed, lightning struck. "Listen to me," he said as a hell of a storm churned the air. "You don't have to do this. Let me and my men live another day. They have families and friends who will miss them!" She looked at him. "Good for them," Misty said trying to be cold.