Y/n is one of the most feared criminals out there...until she found out about the Banana Bus Crew. She thinks her purpose for doing the things she is tasked to do is unnecessary, but she soon finds the true meaning of what her life has become.
Last night was...eventful. Why? Well let me tell you. I gave mini my phone to track the information from the unknown number or 'Dylan.' When he did, he found out that it was 7th street. They hacked into the computer in the heist room and saw our plans. Evan was pissed. He kept talking about how he designed the format, and how nobody could ever get through to their information. Not until now at least. We also found out that BigJigglyPanda, or Anthony from what I heard, was the one who sent the texts. Everyone kept discussing about if he consented on being in 7th street or if he wanted to hurt his old friends. I didn't know what to say on the topic, since I really didn't know the guy well enough for me to even assume anything at all.
Now I'm here, laying in delirious and I's shared bed, looking up at the ceiling and thinking about my life. I thought about my father. He was heartless and he left his family behind with no hesitation at all. Then I thought about my mother. She was always the sweet and caring person of the family. Anytime I spoke to her, she always made me smile without even trying. Finally, there was Dylan. Yes, we occasionally got into fights but what siblings don't? We usually snuck out every night with Catniss just to take our minds off of things. At least I know he's alive. I sat up when I overheard voices from outside the door. I tip toed over and leaned my ear against the big, wooden door.
"You what?!" a voice whisper shouted from the other side. "Do you not remember what happened with Sydney? We can't risk it." I then heard another voice speak up.
"I can't help it, Evan," the other voice said in a loader tone, but still kept it down to a whisper. "To be honest," the voice spoke up again, "I'm pretty sure we all have feelings for her." Who were they talking about? I furrowed my eyebrows, but continued to listen. There was a silence before I heard talking once more.
"You're not wrong," Evan said, in a low whisper,"I think I like her too..."
"Now you know how me, and I think, everyone else feels," the other voice whispered. "I think we should have a meeting about it. I wanna see what everyone else says." I didn't want to listen anymore. I was confused out of my mind. I opened the door to find Evan nodding in response to what the other voice had said. The other voice turned out to be Delirious. They both looked at me and flinched when they saw me.
"(Y/N)!" they both said in unison. I studied them both before speaking up.
"Who were you guys talking about?" I asked, wanting an answer because of how confused I was. They both looked at each other before Delirious spoke up.
"Just...someone were close to," he replied. I knew he was lying. I opened my mouth to speak again but Evan cut me off.
"ANYWAYS, (Y/N), I would like you to go buy yourself a mask. You'll need it for future missions," he said quickly. He grabbed my hand a dragged me downstairs. He took the notebook mini was writing in last night during our investigation on 7th street and ripped out a blank page. He wrote something down on it and handed it to me. He also handed me some money. "Here's the address to a place we got our masks custom made. Go there and get a mask you like or have one custom made," he said quickly shoving me towards the door. He didn't even give me car keys for the cars or anything. 'I guess I'll either be walking there or stealing a car to take there,' I thought. I looked at the paper and saw that the shop was a long way from here. It was located on the beach and there was no way I was walking that far. Hotwiring a random person's car and using that as my vehicle it is.
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