Barricade x Reader • Flashing Lights •

• Introduction •

I made my way into work, which was a...special... kind of business.
I stole cars.
That's how I made enough money to live. By doing something illegal.

I lived in Chicago where there are all sorts of cars that are just begging to be stolen.

From the cars that get me most money, Lamborghinis, Corvettes, old fashioned cars, older styles of mustangs, to the ones that allow me to at least enjoy myself, which are the newer, not-so-sportsy cars.

It was simple, really. Just make sure no one is looking, pick the lock, and find a way to start the engine. There are multiple ways to start the engine, of course.

"Morning, Y/n. I've got a job for you." My boss said.
"Oh, joy. Lay it on me, Frank."
Mr. Frank, or just 'Frank' gave me a document. It was a picture of an old fashioned Mustang, red, and very sleek.

DOCUMENT A
Owner: Joshua N. Fox
Car in possession: 1967 Mustang Fastback
Primary color: Red
Secondary color: N/A
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Orders: The car is located near Blue Island Avenue. The owner often leaves his car for 2 hours to go walking around the city. He normally leaves his keys in the car and leaves the doors unlocked.
Time: 12:00 pm - 12:00 am

I read over the document and nodded.
"I can steal this in a blink of an eye."
Frank smiled at me and patted my back. I left my work, which was located in an alleyway, and started searching for this car. I have not gone to the street my document said to go to, and I didn't want to risk going on foot. I would drive there, but how would I get back to work with two cars? I walked up to the main bus stop and walked up to a ticket machine. I typed in the address needed and pressed a green button, then a ticket with the address slid out. I grabbed it and waited for the next bus.
"Blue Island Avenue, eh?" My head perked up at the older man who sat next to me.
"Oh, yeah. For work." I said.
"Glad workers are finally deciding to work there. Where do you work at, exactly?"
"Uh, an auto shop. Someone has really bad rust that got to the motor. Sparks every time they turn on the car." I explained.
"Ah, what car?"
I became curious. Why did he want to know so much?
Luckily, the bus stopped and I stood up.
"Sorry, that's my ride." I got on the bus and have the driver my ticket, then sat down. I took out my document paper and read over it again, making sure no one else reads it.
The ride was about an hour long, and the bus finally made a stop.
"Young ma'am, this is your stop." The driver told me. I realized I was the only one left on the bus and I got off, thanking the city bus driver as he left.
I realized I had no idea where exactly the car may be.
I saw a young man, about 30 years of age, and I waved at him.
"Excuse me, sir! Do you know where the most popular places are to hang out?" I asked him. He was tall, about 5'11, had brown shaggy hair, brown eyes, and wore comfortable summer clothes.
"Yes, downtown is over there, and if you're ever feeling adventurous, there is a map of the city it's over there." He spoke.
"Thanks!" I ran off, realizing that I had 5 hours to spare before my deadline. I saw a sign that read 'DOWNTOWN BLUE ISLAND' and slowed my pace when entering downtown. I looked around and saw many cars parked in parking lots, alleyways, some even on sidewalks. My stomach growled slightly and I sighed and looked at my watch. 7:37 pm. I haven't had dinner yet. I argued with myself whether or not I should go eat or go find the car, but my stomach won. Luckily there are diners all over. I went inside one and saw a young lady at the counter. I went up to her and smiled.
"Hello, I would like a classic burger with fries, please."
"Alright, and for a drink?"
"Cherry Pepsi, please." She nodded and I paid for my order and sat down, waiting for my order to be done with. I went on my phone, but then turned it off fast when I heard that my order was ready. I smiled and took my food and began to eat.
After eating, I noticed it was 8:12, and I nearly screamed. Only 4 hours to find this car and the sun is about down. I rushed out of the diner and began jogging down the sidewalks, searching for the car.
It wasn't until 11:49 when I spotted the car and picked the lock. I flinched when I heard sirens in the distance and yelling coming from a building window.
"That's my car!" Joshua N. Fox. I quickly tried to start the car, but it was difficult, and I only had so many minutes left before my deadline.
"Put your hands in the air! On your knees!" I froze and slowly turned around, facing the officer. He held a pistol in his hands that was pointed towards me. I put my hands up and knelt down on my knees. He put his gun back in its holster and began searching me for belongings. Joshua N. Fox came out from his apartment and stood near the police.
The police took out my ID and read it out loud.
"You're Y/n L/n?" I nodded and felt my wrist buzz from my watch, telling me that is is officially midnight. My phone began to ring, I immediately knew it was Frank. The policeman answered my phone and I looked down shamefully.
"Your deadline was a minute ago. Where's the car?" I heard Frank yell.
"Y/n L/n has been taken into custody for stealing a car." The police hung up on Frank and I sighed.
"Sir-"
"Everything you say will be used against you in court."
I sighed again and got into the police car after the officer put cold handcuffs around my wrists.
This day can't get any worse.
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Ah, welcome to my Barricade x Reader book. I hope you enjoyed the introduction!
Just a side note, I have not gone to Blue Island Avenue, but I have gone to Chicago.
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