THE BANK ROBBERY
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What am I doing here? I've been driving for about two hours, and I'm still unsure of
what I'm heading to. I'm on autopilot -my feet, my hands are all driving- but my mind is far
away from this rainy road.
Part of my mind stayed at the office, with Scully and the unopened letter. I know perfectly
well that it's still waiting on my desk (the letter, not Scully) but it was not intentional to leave
it, or maybe I just didn't realize what I was doing.

I wanted to think about something else for a little while, and it worked...for about ten
minutes. Then everything came back to me when I realized what my little journey was about,
the exact same thing as the letters themselves, my *dear* father.
Those letters were starting to get on my nerves and, as a consequence, I couldn't think straight
anymore. Maybe it was a big mistake to run from D.C., but this bank thing was really
mysterious and I needed to find out what the hell it was about.
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Here I am, *almost* patiently waiting for my turn in the bank queue. Did everybody in this
damned city decide to go to the bank this Tuesday at eleven or am I just a little nervous?
I feel as if people are watching me from everywhere; for a brief second I even consider
turning back toward my car...but I finally decide against that idea, knowing that I don't really
have the choice.

I must have kind of drifted off for a while because, suddenly, the person just in front of me is
very still. I'm about to tell her as *kindly* as my rising headache enables me to, that it would
be nice if she could move her ass a bit faster...when a noise stops me dead in my track, a
noise I know too well.

A gunshot. Then screams, coming from everywhere.

It is my turn to be very still but, as I feel something cold at my neck, which turns out to be a
gun barrel, I finally move.

"DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME?! I SAID DOWN!"

And so I lie down, wait, and think. Should I make a move? I'm an armed FBI agent for God's
sake! But something is *very* wrong: the gun barrel remains at my neck.
Why? I'm not the only client here, it's crowded!
The barrel finally moves but, instead of being removed from my neck, it moves up towards
my ear.
I can feel my attacker looking at me very closely, which makes me feel rather uncomfortable.
I wanted to ask him if there was something strange about my hair, but he finally says
something.

"I FOUND HIM!"

Heavy footsteps approach me, I swallow hard, and wait for my sentence.
What is this all about? What did they mean by "found"?
Something is really wrong, and I think I know what I've just put my feet into: it's a trap.

"Well then, what are you waiting for? Knock him unconscious!"

I think Scully is going to be mad at me...
TO BE CONTINUED...
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