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"Hi, how can I help you?" Sarah cheerily asked as the man walked up to her window. Not saying a word, he slid a sheet of paper over to her. Still smiling as she took it, it didn't take any acting effort to look afraid after she read the message that was written on it. "I will get this for you in one minute." She said, then walked to one of the other tellers, Mya.

"You know, she's actually pretty good." Bobby said, watching the TV that was playing the live footage.

Jack nodded, also keeping his eyes on the screen. "Yes, she is."

"Why haven't we used her undercover before?" He asked, turning towards his friend.

He looked at him. "Uh, because she's a rotor?"

"I suppose you're right." He said looking back at the screen. "But she's darn good at this."

"So far." Jack skeptically replied.

Bobby suspiciously looked at him. "What, you think she can't do it?"

"No," he said, thinking about what he wanted to say. "I just think this guy's too smart. He'll see through it."

"I don't believe that." He said, shaking his head. "From what Sarah figured out, it sounds like he's good, but he's not professional."

"Well, we'll find out soon enough. Here she comes." Jack said, watching Sarah come back to her post, carrying a suitcase of money. "Here you go, sir." She said as she hoisted the suitcase up and over to him, nervously smiling when he took it from her.

Without saying a word, the perp walked away from the counter and out the door.

"He's on the move!" Jack announced into the mic so everyone could hear.

"Sue and I have visual." Dustin announced. The two were in a parked car, watching the perp walk down the street.

"He's turning at the corner!" Sue yelled, pointing.

"On the move." Dustin announced, starting the car and merging into traffic. They turned the corner just in time to see the perp get into a car, which was parked on the street, right near the corner. "How about I be exceptionally courteous?" He asked as the two watched the perp's car lights turn on, stopping his car so the perp could get out of his spot.

Sue smiled at him, then turned to the car. "Plate number's AH537G." She said, finishing just before he zoomed away.

"Try to stay on him!" Jack exclaimed, now watching a GPS map that showed the location of the perp and the agents.

"I will, but only if I don't feel threatened. I don't want to blow it all." Dustin replied, strategically driving into traffic where he could see the perp, but the perp couldn't really see them.

"Understood." Bobby replied.

"Car's registered to a Matilda Perkins." Tara announced. "Obviously it's a stolen car."

"Did anyone expect it to be his real car?" Bobby asked.

Sue held her breath as she watched the 'Welcome to Massachusetts sign came into view, then passed. He was already planning his next attack. "When are we going to arrest him?" She asked, looking at Dustin.

He determinedly smiled. "When he least expects it." They then proceeded to enter another town and hit a bit of a surge of traffic.

"I don't see him, do you?" She asked, sitting up as straight as she could to try to see over the cars.

Shaking his head, Dustin scanned the cars. "There!" He announced, pointing at the car. Proceeding to follow it, they got out of the town and entered a long stretch of country highway.

"Uh, guys?" Jack asked, still watching the screen. "Where are you going?"

"What do you mean? We have him in sight." Dustin asked.

"Then why is he still in that town back there?" He countered.

Growling, Dustin sped up and turned his police lights on.

"What are you doing?" Sue asked, holding on for dear life as the car sped forward.

He nodded towards the car in the distance they were following. "I'm going to see who's in the car once and for all."

Soon enough, they had approached the car, and the driver was slowing down, eventually stopping.

"Stay in the car." Dustin said to Sue as he opened his car door and unholstered his gun.

Nodding, Sue slid slightly down, just in case anything bad happened. "Don't worry about me. Just get him."

He nodded as well, not taking his eyes off of the car ahead of him. "FBI! Get out of the car with your hands up!" Dustin yelled to the driver, his gun trained on the driver's door.

Slowly, the door opened, and a teenage boy nervously came out of the car, his hands raised and shaking.

Seeing who came out of the car, Sue abruptly sat up and opened her car door. "That's not our perp!" She yelled as she stood by the side of the passenger door.

"Get back in the car!" Dustin yelled, waving at her, trying to keep his eyes on the kid.

"That's not our perp! He changed drivers!" Sue reiterated, walking closer.

"Who are you?" Dustin yelled at the kid as he walked closer. "What's your name?"

M-M-Micah." The kid stuttered. "Micah Walters."

"Do you know whose car you're driving, Micah Walters?" He asked, walking close enough to set his gun away and pat the kid down.

"N-No." He replied as Dustin finished. "All I know is this guy paid me 1,000 bucks to drive this car around for an hour." He said, turning around.

"When was this?" Sue asked, walking closer, seeing what the kid said.

He shrugged. "Like 10 minutes ago? In the last town. I thought it was easy money."

"I suppose it is." Dustin replied, his lips pursed.

"Was-was I wrong in saying OK?"

"No, I understand you thought it was easy and quick money. Just try to remember that if something seems too good to be true, it probably is."

"You're right." Micah said, hanging his head.

"What should we do?" Dustin quietly asked Sue, his back toward the kid.

She looked back from the kid to the agent, then back again. "Let's bring him back to town and let forensics come and analyze the car. Hopefully they can find something that can be useful."

"Good idea." He replied, nodding, then turned towards the kid. "Well, Micah, looks like you get a free ride back into town. C'mon." He said, waving his hand so he would follow them back to the car.

"So, what do we do now?" Jack asked into his mic. "The money's moving in the completely opposite direction now."

Dustin shrugged. "Let's see where it stops. Maybe we can catch up." He suggested.

"Well, that might be a bit of a problem." Tara announced, looking at her computer.

"What now?" Jack complained, sighing that this case wasn't ending like they hoped.