My mind feels like a ticking bomb bound to go off any moment. I keep thinking back to what Bodhi said to me a few days ago. I tried to let it slide, to forget about it. I want to act like he never cornered me, but I can't. His father killed my mother. He's hot on the trail to figuring out I'm an FBI agent, if he hasn't already cracked the case.
"Jacobs, you okay?" Duke's voice snaps me out of my thoughts as I turn to look back at him.
"Huh?" I blink a few times.
"I know it's early, but stay awake. You know we're on watch today." He rolls his eyes as he grips onto the steering wheel of his chevy.
"I know." I nod my head while adjusting the seat belt. I never told him what Bodhi said to me. He'll flip if he finds out, and I know exactly what he'll start assuming.
Duke pulls up to the corner across from Roosevelt Bank. Angelo noticed a pattern the masked phantoms have. They rob the same bank every four weeks. It was a good catch, I must admit. He told Duke and I to keep watch today just incase.
"God, I'm starving." I lowly mumble to myself.
"Good thing we're across from a deli." Duke motions his head to the right.
"Want anything? I need some energy to get me through the day."
I watch him take out a newspaper from the backseat. He unfolds it and begins to read the comic strips. "Yeah, two egg sandwiches and a lemonade."
"A lemonade? At eight in the morning?" I cringe at the thought.
"Yes, and make sure you get me two." He informs me.
"Alright, but make sure nobody sees the guns in the backseat." I lowly whisper while opening the car door.
"Yeah, yeah. I know the rules." He rolls his eyes and looks back down at the newspaper.
I let out a sigh before turning away from him. I make my way into the empty deli, surprised that nobody is in here.
"Good morning, what can I get you?" The man behind the counter asks.
"Hi, can I have three egg sandwiches, a water bottle, and a lemonade." I tell him my order.
He nods his head with a low smirk, eyeing my outfit. "Coming right up."
I roll my eyes and look down my body. All I'm wearing is a grey t-shirt and denim jeans. I guess men will look at anything nowadays. After a few short minutes, I pay for my food and exit the deli. He wishes me a good day, but I ignore him.
Walking over to Duke's car, I make sure not to drop our breakfast. I open the passenger side door and hand him his food.
"Here you go, two egg sandwiches." I roll my eyes at how needy he is. "Enjoy."
He puts the newspaper down and his eyes dilate. "Thank you very much, Jacobs."
"And here's your lemonade." I hand it to him with a scoff.
My eyes move to the bank across the street. A red Lincoln is running on the side of the building, with nobody sitting in it. "When did that Lincoln pull up?"
"God, I'm so hungry I can eat a fucking horse." Duke says while chewing on his food. "What Lincoln?"
"That one." I nod my head toward the corner.
Before Duke can even open his mouth, the masked phantoms rush out of the bank at a fast speed. Holy shit, they're right there.
I quickly pull out the gun from the back seat and cock it. I get out of the car and aim the weapon at them. "FBI, freeze!" I scream to grab their attention.
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drag me down | grayson dolan
ActionSet in the year 1991, Savannah Jacobs is an undercover FBI agent who is trying to catch a gang of bank robbers. Her life is changed when she meets Grayson, a charismatic man who sweeps her off her feet. Little does she know that he's the one she's l...