" irresistible „ [Jack Wilder]

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"Why are the FBI so slow? Like seriously they need to get their lives together," I sigh as I sit on one of the couches waiting for them. I pull my leather jacket tighter around me and make myself comfortable.

"Yeh I would've thought they'd be here hours ago... does it really take that long to realise we 'robbed a bank' and are at this hotel?" Jack replies as he sprawls out on the other empty couch. Atlas was over by the window shuffling cards waiting to see all the FBI cards whilst Henley was upstairs packing up her last few things and Merritt was on the other couch lying down reading his book.

"They're here," Atlas finally says.

"Thank the lord," I say sarcastically.

Soon enough the door was busted open and about 10 FBI agents filed into the massive room. "FBI HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!" One of them yelled and we all looked up, smirking at them. "Lets go! Get 'em up! Come on!" One of them continued to yell.

"Uno minuto," Merritt said holding up one finger so he could finish his reading. I snickered along with Jack but obviously the police officers didn't find it as funny as us because they quickly were yelling again.

"Lets go I said! Get 'em up! Put the book down!"

"Okay you got me," Merritt said in defeat as he put his book down and holding up peace signs.

"Freeze! Hands in the air!" The FBI bark at Henley who was walking down the grand staircase putting on her jacket.

"Oh my!" She says pretending to be shocked, "Do one of you guys mind giving us a hand with our bags?" She says sweetly, knowing it would irritate them.

"Lets go!" The agent says and all the officers put us in handcuffs and walk us out of our room. The FBI walk us through the hotel casino where people immediately recognised us and started clapping. "Smile and wave boys, smile and wave," I said imitating the penguins from Madagascar which caused them all to laugh. We smiled knowingly at the crowd of fans and winked at a few before we were forced into the large cars.

Once we arrived at the interrogation rooms the agents just left us there, hand cuffed to the table. They'd put us in seperate rooms, so I sat completely bored in the empty room. I knew they were going to go through us one by one spending an obnoxiously long time on each of us so I wasn't surprised when the first glimpse of life around me took 45 minutes to appear. Agent Dylan Rhodes and his French Interpol partner Alma Dray entered by room with a look of determination. I could tell that the others hadn't given them anything valuable so I smirked a them knowing they would get just as frustrated with my answers.

"Miss Tess Reynolds. Homeschooled with no social records until hmm let's see... 3 years ago when you started doing street magic performances... parents died in a car accident a few years back... absolutely no family connections are listed here..." Rhodes reads off my file in his hand.

"Cheers for that trip down memory lane mate," I reply sarcastically as I tap my nails on the table repetitively.

"So if you had nothing to do with the robbery, how did the card get into the vault?" Alma Dray asks, getting down to business quickly.

"Hmm... tough question but I believe the answer to that is.... magic," I said rolling my eyes and sighing. Did they really think I was going to tell them how I did it?

"Just answer the god damn question!" Rhodes said his voice full of irritation, I smirked.

"Okay so what I'm pretty sure happened was when Etienne put on the magical helmet and went into the machine he was transported to Paris. He was then instructed by us to put the signed card and ticket stub in the centre of the cash pile... is that a good enough answer or do you want me to numb it down a little more for your FBI brains?" A flashed them a cheeky grin much to their annoyance before watching them slink back in their chair in defeat. They both looked at the hefty amount of paperwork scanning through trying to find a loophole to catch me out on. The smug feçade stayed on my face as I watched them scramble for a reason to put me in jail.