Teacher and the Thief

Chapter 19

I drove straight to work. I haven't been at Fullerton in a while, because I just hated it there and I didn't need to go, and I was avoiding Adam. I didn't want to, and I really shouldn't have been doing so, but now he knew something was wrong with me, and not just my anorexia. Eventually he was going to figure it out, and he'd never trust me again, maybe break up with me if he thought I would put his family in danger. But that was the last thing in the world I wanted to do.

"Belle?" I ran into Jane almost as soon as I stepped past the revolving door entrance and past security, "Vice told us that he has a mission for us. We were waiting for you to get here so we could go."

"What are we doing?" I asked as we started heading to my office, where I noticed the guys already were.

"Well, Vice is telling us to lie low." Alex told me as soon as we entered, shutting the door, so now it was the five of us. "But I know you won't care."

"If he tried to suspend me again, I will hurt someone." I stated.

"Well, we're doing the exact opposite of what Vice wants." Alex assured, "And… we have to break into Trisha's house."

"She lives around here?" I asked, and Milo swiveled his laptop around to show me the address. "Great. What's the plan?"

"Well, from the hospital yesterday, and Milo hacking their system, Trisha is going to be released tomorrow morning, but will be under house probation because of the shooting."

"Only house probation? Why isn't she going to jail!?" I slammed my fist down on the desk, staring right at Milo. "You know Law Enforcement! Why?"

"Because she didn't actually shoot anyone." Peter told me, and Milo hid behind his screen. "And you two did, which is why you're going to hide out in the van with Milo."

"I will not hide in the van while you two sneak around her house. She's my aunt."

"Who you shot." Peter added, "And besides, Crank put me in charge."

"Well, Crank is just going to have to get over himself, because I will not be lookout. Not this time." I stated, my head turning towards Alex. "Sorry, I know I stole your line."

"None taken." He muttered as his eyes fell on something behind me, and my other team members had their eyes on the same thing. I whipped around to prepare for the worst, but I'm glad it wasn't.

"Hi Crank." I greeted, crossing my arms in annoyance. "What's this with putting Peter in charge?"

"Belle, you know well enough why you can't enter that house. If you get caught, you're going to jail for breaking and entering and shooting someone."

"She shot first."

"That may be, but we can't prove it. That'll give you at least a year in jail."

"I can break out." I gestured behind me, "And they'll help."

"I know you can."

"Crank, I'm the thief of the team! No one can steal something better than I can! This job was made for me! Come on, I'll be careful. I'm always careful."

"Well, Peter, I'll let you handle this." He handed him a scroll of long paper, "Blueprints of her house model."

"Thanks, Crank." Peter acknowledge him leaving, and then we stood around the desk as he unrolled the paper. The house was drawn with lines going through the walls and floor plans, and told us what rooms were where, where the stairs were, and more importantly, where the air vents were.

"Okay, Jane, are you up for air venting tonight?" He asked, and she nodded. "Great, there's an entrance around the side, under this two story window." He pointed at it, touching the paper. "We'll head there around six. Do whatever you need to do until then."