Chapter 4

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It was all about the details.

I knew that this was a bad idea, I thought to myself as I watched a man get murdered.

I was waiting patiently in an alley, a block away from where the hit was. The drop-off was 3 minutes late. I slowed down my breathing and crouched back down behind the dumpster to wait. After a few moments, I heard footsteps. "If a tree falls in a forest and no one hears it, does it make a sound?" A man said, approaching the dumpster.

I emerged from my hiding spot and said my piece, "Why is a raven like a writing desk?" I held out my backpack. "Quickly now." I said, when the man wouldn't move. In hindsight, I should have known something was up.

He grinned, dropping the backpack, and shot towards me. I turned around and ran. Fast as I could, I ran back towards the trashcans, grabbed a lid, and swung behind me. I wasn't built for combat, I was built for speed. Long legs, big lungs.

The man, otherwise known as the traitor, dodged the metal lid and grabbed my wrist. He pulled me towards him and raised his fist. I didn't even stop for a second. I kept struggling and stomped on his foot, then punched his stomach, chest, groin, anything I could do that would get him to stop. My heart was pumping, my brain was on overdrive.

I didn't scream, that would attract attention. If it attracted attention, who knows what would happen to me? I didn't want to get the police involved, or worse, the Feds.

The man got a good hit to my face and I groaned. I caught him grinning again before he hit me again, this time in the stomach. I pulled his arm near my head and bit down as hard as I could on bare skin. He yelped then dropped my hand and backed off. I didn't waste anytime, despite my head pounding and the terrible ache in my diaphram. Lurching to the left side, I climbed up on the dumpster and then made a grab for the fire escape ladder on the side of the building.

When I was pulling myself up, the traitor grabbed my ankle and started to pull. I was in slight hysterics. I kept kicking and kicking and pulling up with all my strength, desperate to get away.

Suddenly, I felt my ankle become free, and I pulled the rest of myself up on the fire escape.

"Make sure no one sees."

I looked down, where the traitor was standing up, a black backpack a couple of feet away from him. Antonio stood before him, hands in his pocket, his stance easy-going. Another man, huge and tall, stood at the mouth of the alley. It amazed me that no one noticed this so far.

Or maybe they did, and just decided that it wasn't worth their time.

"Kate dear, are you alright? I do hope you weren't too injured. I thought of using someone else, you know, but I knew you wouldn't mind, right?" Antonio didn't look up at me, but instead kept his eyes on the traitor.

My eyes narrowed, "You knew?! You planned this?! You bas-"

"Of course not." He said harshly. "I knew that I had a mole, and so I devised a plan. Couldn't you tell that something was a little off? Why would I go to you, for a real heist, if not to use you for something else?" He finally looked at me, flashing me another white-toothed smile. I felt shivers go down my spine. "It's all about the details."

Without blinking, he pulled out a gun, and shot the man in front of him.

I jolted up and started to climb the fire escape. "Kate!" Antonio called out, in a sweet voice. "Don't you want your cut?"

I didn't pause in my climbing. I kept going, the only thing on my mind was survival. I made it up to the roof, by grabbing holding of window sills and hauling myself up upon the ledge. "Don't stop." I whispered to myself. "Don't stop moving." I was lying on the ground, on top of the hard roof, trying to catch my breath.

Hauling myself up onto two legs, I looked down at the alleyway. Antonio and his man were gone, as was the body. I didn't pause before walking to the other side. I started to run and then leapt onto the roof of the building next to me. I landed with a somersault then launched myself up again. Using my momentum, I kept repeating, dodging air vents but keeping track where I was while running. This is what people called parkour.

This is what I would've done, had the mission gone to plan and hadn't ended up with a dead man. Finally slowing down, I climbed down another building, an apartment complex. When I dropped to the ground, I collapsed. My legs were shaking and my hands slowly made their way behind me. I tugged off the backpack that I was wearing and opened it. I smirked, wondering when Antonio will realize that he should have told me all the details.

I took a peek of what was so important. I leaned against the brick wall, disbelief in my eyes.

"Well, shit."

I paced, back and forth in the orphanage female dormitory. I didn't have any place else I coudl use. Lucy looked at me with big eyes, but I didn't look back. The black backpack was still on my shoulders, I wasn't going to let it go anytime soon.

I bit my lip, and considered my options. If I returned it to Antonio, then he would dispose of me in someway, most likely. I could tell him I didn't know that the bags were switched, but he would never believe me, especially since I'd be lying. I had purposely switched the bags. If I went to the police, then I would get into trouble, and Antonio would get into trouble, which means Kaiden and Suzy could get into trouble as well.

I let out a groan and kicked the wall. Nothing would work!

Tears started to make an appearance and I blinked quickly to get rid of them. I didn't have time to cry, I had to figure this problem out. If I just left the bag at the police station Antonio would hear of it and knew that I purposely did that.

Who could I trust to get Antonio before he got me?

Or…

I bit my lip and ran my fingers through my hair. I could always get rid the package myself.

The bag contained jewels. Specifically, jewels that were supposed to be in a museum on this upcoming Monday. They belonged to some old foreign king in some old foreign land. Antonio must have intercepted them before they were delivered to the musuem.

If Antonio was planning on selling the jewels, I could find his buyer and sell them myself. Again, came the consequences of Antonio.

If I could, I would have kicked myself over and over again. I was an idiot for taking the bag.

So the final question, who I trust with the truth and not get hurt from it?

I sat down on a nearby bed suddenly when I realized an option.

I did know someone who could help me. I hope.

I should not be here. I should be far, far, far away from here. This was not a place for someone like me. A thief, walking into the Federal Bureau of Investigation. How laughable.

On my way over here, I had to take several different and unethical routes because I sensed someone on my tail. I lost them after a while. Antonio thinks he knows me, but he would never think that'd I'd go here.

Taking a deep breath, I walked into the building and towards the elevators. I just had to get to the elevators and then-

Somehow find a man named Peter.

I needed to have thought this out better.

I entered an elevator and just as the doors were about to close, a woman grabbed them. She entered along side with me. I moved over, leaning in the corner, trying to appear as small as possible. I wore the nicest jeans I had, along with a clean grey shirt. I even took off my beanie. My shoes, however, were mud-splattered and tattered. There were pieces of duct-tape holding the pieces together.

The woman, mocha-skinned and black hair looked at me funny. She carried a briefcase. She wore a good-looking grey suit and a yellow blouse. "Are you looking for someone?" She asked me.

My head started to twitch a little bit and I answered, "Uh, well," My voice was too high and I cleared my throat, trying to lower it. The woman pressed the button she wanted while waiting for me to answer.

After failing to get my voice to normal, I simply nodded. I couldn't lie. Not right now, at least.

"Hmm… Who are you looking for?" She gave me a warm smile, but still I looked down.

"I, uh, need… I need to speak to a man…" I trailed off, and she raised an eyebrow. I finished, "A man named… Peter."

Her eyes widened only slightly and I took a deep breath. "Peter Burke?" She asked, looking at me. I shrugged. I had never found out his last name, only his first. He has a wife named Elizabeth and a dag named Sachmo. I could tell her that, but soemthing told me I should keep my mouth shut about that.

"Tall, blue eyes and blonde hair?"

I looked at her and nodded. "Yeah, he is, actually. Wears a gray suit?" I added, my voice sounding a little too hopeful for my tastes. I was so on edge. I couldn't stop my right hand from twitching and my left hand kept checking the strap of the black backpack I was wearing.

"I know who you're looking for. He's on my floor." She told me, as the elevator stopped. The doors opened and she walked out. She kept a sharp eye on me, and I realized that I recognized her from the last time I visited the FBI building, when I had pickpocketed Peter.

Peter Burke. That was his full name. I briefly wondered how high up he was on the ladder.

I walked out behind her, but didn't move any further. "Um, could, would you point me in the right direction?" I kept looking down, not looking at her eyes. She probably already recognized me.

Perfect.

"Follow me." She said. She walked through glass doors, into an office area. I saw desks on the right side, with bookcases on the left. There some stairs, and then glass offices up above them. The glass allowed me to see into the offices.

In fact, I saw the exact man I was looking for.

Peter Burke's eyes met mine and a frown set in on his face. I swallowed before offering a meek smile. He walked out from his office, where he had been reading some sort of file. He still had it in his hands when he came down to see me and the woman.

"Diana, what is she doing here?" he asked, not harshly, but not kindly either.

The woman, Diana, answered, "I found her in the elevators, says she's looking for you."

That would be my cue. "I need your help." I sad bluntly.

Peter looked at me, eyebrows raised.

Swallowing my fear, the instinct telling me to run away, and never stop. To lie, to tell him that its actually nothing. To just forget about the jewels. I squared off my shoulders and looked at him directly in the eyes. "I saw a man get murdered for this." I took off the backpackand held it out to him. His jaw was slightly opened, before it closed. The room's occupants, ordinary workers paused briefly.

I realized then that I should have probably worked on what I was going to say, before coming here.

"How about we talk about this in my office?" He said, ushering me towards the glass room. I walked ahead of him, and entered the room first. As soon as I entered, he was right behind me and shut the door.

"Never thought you'd see me again, huh?" I said, trying to lighten the mood. "Funny thing, I never thought I'd see you either." I sat down in the chair opposite of the desk. The backpack's strap was still in my hands.

Peter sighed, tossed the file onto his desk, and then sat down in his chair.

"I want full immunity." I blurted out before he could say anything. "To be clear, I didn't really steal these. I simply took them and then haven't had the chance to give them back." I placed the backpack on the desk. It made a small thunk. "Now I have, so you can't press charges." I crossed my arms.

"How about we start from the beginning. Who was murdered? What's in the bag?" Carefully, he scooted the bag closer to him and took a peek.

"I want immunity." I said again.

Slowly, he leaned back in his chair, "Tell me what happened."

"I don't want to go to jail. Immunity."

Peter sighed. He stared at me. I stared right back. I refused to yield to this. After a minute of silence, Peter finally yielded. "Fine, immunity. What happened, who got murdered, and who murdered who?"

"Well, it started out when out in a park…"

End of chapter!

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Meire: Well, it is harder to understand your English, although, I am very happy that you tried, and wrote a review in English. You can write however you want to. Thank you for reviewing! Neal won't come in, sadly. I've got to set it all up first. Kat, has got to go and live with them before Neal comes in. But, I will try and fit it into Chapter 6, or 7. Also, its Kat. Rarely, will she be called Kate, unless by Antonio. Antonio is the only one who calls her Kate. Everyone else will either call her Katherine, or Kat.

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