NOTE: I'm sure there is, but I'm making the road up (I like to be as truthful as possible, you know). I know there are several roads where you can literally go coast to coast on. The type of road changes (local country road to highway, to state road, etc), but you can keep going on it with only a few turns. I'm sure there's at least one road that is like this, starting in Maine and going south down the coast! If you know it, just imagine this story on that road.

TRIVIA: What does wagon mean in this context, and what country is this context used? Worth two chapters!

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"Going by what type of banks the perps chose the last time, we've narrowed down the banks we have to keep a close eye on." A tech said as he explained the map pins the agents were looking at on his computer.

Mya scrutinized the map, leaning in closer. The red pins are the completed, and the green are potentials, right?" She asked, looking at him. When the tech nodded, she turned back to the screen. "I know how to narrow it down further."

"How do you mean?" Dustin asked.

"Well, all the completed banks are either on, or near the same road, you see that?" She asked, standing up to let everyone else see.

"Hey, yeah!" Jack said, leaning forward to see the pattern.

"Can you narrow down the potential banks that are on or near the road?" Dustin asked the tech.

The tech nodded, and within a few clicks, most of the pins disappeared, leaving 5 green pins.

"Well, that's doable." Bobby surmised, looking at the revised map.

"Yes, it is." Dustin replied. "I'll have men stationed at each one, starting right now. Would you like to join in the security detail?"

The two friends happily looked at each other. "It would be our pleasure." Jack happily replied, excited to catch this perp.

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"This guy's pretty good." Sue said, watching the surveillance footage for the third time. After seeing absolutely nothing on the first two robberies' footage, she had moved on to the third robbery, where he escalated to robbing during business hours. "I'm not seeing anything in this video. All I can tell is this one guy is working alone, not a team like everyone thought."

"No problem." Kimmy replied. "You still have a few more angles to go."

Sighing, she nodded in reply, clicking a few buttons on the computer to bring up the next video.

"I'm not finding anything on the first two robberies' videos either. I'll start working on the one you finished, see if we can tell anything about him, tattoos, maybe facial recognition." Tara said, already typing on another computer.

"But he wore a ski mask. How can you run facial recognition?" Kimmy asked.

Tara shrugged, still staring at the computer. "It never hurts to try."

"I suppose." She skeptically replied.

"This could be something." Sue announced, pausing her current video.

"What? Kimmy asked, running to see what Sue was seeing.

"Watch this interaction with our perp and the woman teller." She said, backing up the video, then pressing play.

"It's not very nice." Tara surmised, watching as the teller behind the counter took one step towards the perp, but the perp immediately responded, waving his gun at her, which caused her to fearfully step back to where she was initially standing.

"He said something, didn't he?" Kimmy asked.

Sue nodded. "I'm pretty sure he said something like, 'back off, you wagon'."

"Huh?" Kimmy asked. "That doesn't make sense."

"To us, no." Sue replied, looking at Tara.

"But it could make sense in another country." She said in realization. "I'll check it out." She happily said, skipping back to the computer she was working on. After a few clicks, she looked up and smiled at the two women. "I found it."

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"Well, it's been an hour, nothing." Bobby announced. He and Jack were posing as two security guards at one of the potential banks, other agents doing the same thing at the other banks.

"Be patient. This guy seems to be." Jack replied.

"I guess." His friend grumbled. "But I don't like to just stand here and do nothing."

"Look at it this way; we're guarding these guests here." He said, nodding to the people standing in line, waiting to be helped by the tellers.

"Some guarding." He said. "I mean, who are we guarding? One little old lady, a businessman, a middle-aged woman and an overgrown teenager in baggy jeans and a hoodie."

He chuckled at the description. "Overgrown teenagers need guarding too, you know." He said as he watched the middle-aged woman walk away from the counter, the teller saying hello to the next guest, which was the overgrown teenager.

"Maybe." Bobby suspiciously replied.

"The silent alarm was just tipped." Dustin announced in their ears. "Do you see anything?"

Jack scanned the room. "No man in a mask. The only two people at the counter is an old woman and a man in a hoodie."

"It can't be the old lady." Bobby surmised, then looked at his friend, who also looked at him. "The overgrown teenager?" They asked in unison.