Prologue

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May 2016, 4pm, FBI Black Site, Location: Classified.

"I told you all I know! There's a reason I'm here and not with the others."

"Others? What others?" The one in the tan suit says in an angry manner.

"Wouldn't you like to know, Fed. You guys can't get squat on me. You go no proof, no actual evidence. All you got is me in a fast car having a lovely joyride with my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend? You do know that she is a daughter of a Mob Boss, right? You can't seriously think that would work." The lady suit says in a doubting tone.

"Lady, you obviously didn't take her seriously when she said that she can get us out of here," I say with a smile before all of the lights go out in the building.

I make my move as I break out of the handcuffs they had me in and grab the man's gun and pistol whip him followed by kicking the girl Fed onto the ground before knocking her out also and taking her keys. I grab their handcuffs and tie them together and a very uncomfortable position. I then exit and look for my girl and she's already taken care of the situation. We meet up, get in the Lambo parked out front and drive away from this Fed infested place.

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 05, 2019 ⏰

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