A New Mission

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Carter Love Wilson - A New Mission (8pm) Wednesday night

     After searching for hours at the top spots I start to get very annoyed and anxious, Briasia is nowhere I have looked not even any traces. My phone starts ringing but I don't recognize the number, choosing to answer it anyways while putting the phone on speaker since I'm driving.     Me: hello
Caller: I have your girlfriend, she's not in good shape but I will give her to you for a price
Me: who is this?
Caller: Do not ask me any questions just do what I say
Me: how do I know you really have her?
Caller: Speak.... BABY HELP ME PLEASE, DO WHAT THEY SAY
Me: what do you want?
Caller: I want you to go into Webster Bank and get me 2.5 million by tomorrow day. If you fail Briasia and her little ones will be mailed to you in pieces.
Me: I'll do it just leave them alone
Caller: have a great day

The phone clicks "FUUUUCK FUCK FUCK!" I pound the staring wheel than quickly but carefully do a U-Turn and head to the closest Webster bank I know of. This shit is going to get me fuckin killed trying to get Briasia back. "This has to be a set up" I say to myself.
  I grab my .45 and place it on my lap, shit isn't adding up nothing seems right at all. "Fuck this shit!" I park in front of the back, paying attention to every movement outside, I study the cars in the area, study the peoples movements, Two out of four standing drinking coffee right outside look extremely suspicious.
One starts looking around while the other one seems to be wiping his mouth but he's really talking into a mic, I get my silencer, placing the .45 in my holster than getting out of my car. I began to walk towards the bank hiding my gun from clear view. Once inside a lot of unfamiliar faces look at me. It's a set up get out is all my brain is repeating.  I start studying people and then I see her..... The person who took my cousin from me years and years back. Get out..... I start walking backwards right back out the door, the coffee drinkers are gone except one. I grab him pulling him to the side "WHO ARE YOU?" I stick the gun to his head "look I'm just lookout please don't kill me they gave me money, said my kids and wife would be safe if I just warn them of anything" the guy says "where's your mic?" I ask "I don't have one" he lies "let me ask you one more time and if you refuse to tell me I will personally stick my barrel up your wife's ass and pull the trigger, So fella what do you want to do?" I smirk.

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