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Frawley stood a meter away from the ambulance or what was left of it anyway since somebody burned it. They had been minutes late and the person riding the ambulance was probably still around the area. There had been witnesses claiming that there was only one person who was riding the ambulance and Coughlin was weak enough to drive or escape from the hospital by himself.

The Special Agent got to find the driver of the ambulance because he may hold the answer to the questions running in his mind. Doug MacRay wasn't on the radar and it's a very slim chance that it was Doug. Someone else helped him and the questions were who would help James Coughlin and why?

"The ambulance was only bait." He said to the other agent.

"Alert the media, send out pictures of Coughlin. We'll get him back."

-xxx-

It was an exhausting day and she would prefer to head to her apartment but returning home was somewhat necessary. After driving the ambulance, she quickly changed her outfit from a jacket and a khaki pant with a matching clown mask to a shirt and skinny jeans before stopping by in some diner to eat with. Who would even suspect a girl who was enjoying her food in a sunny afternoon? Apparently, the police didn't catch her nor they have any idea that she was behind it and she'd have to say that they nearly caught her only if they were a few minutes earlier.

After finishing her food, Bridgette didn't see any reason to stay in the diner and she had to return to return home and see for herself if the mission was successful. Of course, there wasn't a doubt in her mind that they wouldn't get caught since they had been precise with their timing and they all played their role pretty well. Helping someone to escape wasn't really their forte but it's a good thing that their team is really good at what they are doing.

She rode on a taxi and they passed by the ambulance that she had torched earlier. The police investigating the burnt ambulance and they probably know that it was nothing but a bait for them. As far as she's concern, the person that her uncle was looking for was away from the police.

-xxx-

When Bridgette returned to her uncle's home, it was near twilight. On her way there, she received a message saying that the job was done. She hurriedly came into the house and saw her uncle, Ray and Sam celebrating with beers on their hands, the sound of television in the background.

"The final job for our favorite Saint!" Her uncle raised his beer after seeing her.

Bridgette smiled feeling good about her final job. She may have caused a little havoc at the hospital but she had to take that risk rather than getting her uncle's friend when he would be assisted by armed men.

"Here." Sam gave her a beer which Bridgette took, afraid that if she didn't take it, it would only set her uncle off and she didn't want that to happen.

"For Bree." Ray smiled at her and raised his beer followed by his fianceé then one eyed Chuck. She raised her beer and they drank together in silence.

"Our latest update about the escape of James Coughlin who escaped earlier today…" Bree paused as she heard the news. James Coughlin? The name sounded familiar then the newscaster told the story of James' robberies. She put her drink down and glared at her uncle.

"What's the plan with him?" She inquired.

"You interested with the guy?" Chuck laughed at the idea of Bridgette getting interested with a guy who is having almost the same life as they did.

"I don't think I'm the one interested with him." Bridgette answered, coolly.

"His father was a friend of mine." Chuck told her.

"But there's more to it than that." Bridgette added. She could feel the eyes of the couple watching her and her uncle. The couple could already feel what was about to happen next, they had witnessed plenty of scenarios which were similar to the one that they are currently watching.

"It ain't your business." The old man scoffed.

"The hell it is. He's a freaking robber and not to mention he already killed someone! I would have tolerated it if he's a thief or a drug dealer living in our home!" Bridgette yelled, losing her temper.

"Bridgette, that's enough." Ray told her as he held her arm trying to stop her from her outburst. Not being able to control her emotions, Bridgette pushed Ray's hands and walked towards her uncle.

"What's the difference?" Chuck finished his beer and waited for her response.

Bridgette laughed bitterly at her uncle's question. Was he being serious? "We don't hurt people!"

"Look Saint, you're already out. What happens in here is none of your concern!" Ray pulled Bridgette away from her uncle for her own safety. Bridgette might hurt his father if she continued what she was doing and his father wouldn't hesitate to hit her back. Ray could understand Bridgette and he knew that his cousin was against violence or any crime linked to it. Bringing James with them would get into her skin but he didn't get a choice for that matter.

"But it is. Bringing a robber or a killer isn't a good idea. We're thieves not robbers for crying out loud!" Bridgette announced.

"He can't be in the group." Bridgette sighed.

"We'll he's already here." Chuck said trying to sound calm though his glare towards Bridgette was deadly.

"Oh my-" Bridgette realized what Chuck meant that he's already there in their home. A home where you could live a happy life as long as you do things with them and the word morality may not exist. "There's another job." She breathes heavily as the realization took her. That's why she could leave in the first place and his uncle already found himself a replacement.

Before anyone could say anything, a crashing sound came from the basement.

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