After being fitted into some tight leather jeans, a black leather jacket over a plain white t-shirt, and black leather fingerless gloves; Caroline finally looked the part of Ashley McAnnie.

"Perfect." The male perched his lips together before extending his fingers while moving them back from his mouth.

The female sighed as she shook her head, she disagreed with him, but she didn't have the heart to break his cracked fantasy.

"Now you're ready for the initiation!" The corners of his mouth lifted into a grand grin.

"What initiation?" The female furrowed her brows in confusion.

"What?" The male's grin widened as he leaned back in his seat. "You didn't think we'd automatically let you in, did you?" His face then turned serious as he leaned in a bit closer. "You may look like Ash, but you're not her. Not yet at least." The female sighed.

"What do I have to do then?"

Caroline stared out through the black ski mask to the window of the car. She had an uneasy felling in her gut, she began to wonder if her seearch for the author was worth it.

Feeling the car jerk to a stop, derailed the female's thought train. The doors of the vehicle opened with a click and slaked closed with a thud.

"We're here darling~" The male pulled open the door and helped the female out of the vehicle.

"Where is here?" She looked around after landing safely upon the ground, all she could see was a large building with a logo of two letters: TD. "Hey...." She began to think aloud. "This is my bank. ...my bank... Bank?!? What are we doing at the bank?"

"We need money for the next fun adventure. So you're gonna go rob it." The male replied handing her two pistols.

"What?!?" She whispered screamed, not wanting to draw attention and get into trouble with the male. "Why two?"

"Ash always carried two." The male explained in a monotone voice.

The female walked up to the doors of the bank. She looked back at the male, as he nodded, she turned back around. It was about mid afternoon, so the bank would be closing soon and the snow on the ground was imprinted with hundreds of different boot prints.

Taking in a deep breath, the female walked into the bank. According to Jack, Ashley had a way with words and could persuade anyone to give her what she wanted. As she walked up to the teller, she would be greeted with a warm smile from the clerk.

"Hi there. How may I help you today?" The woman on the other end of the queue smiled.

"I'm here to withdraw all the money you store here." Caroline demanded politely.

"I can't do that m-ma'am." The woman slowly reached for the panic button, not to anger the female before her. Caroline, however noticed this and pulled out one of the pistols.

"Press that button and I'll blow your head to pieces." The female pressed the gun against the woman's head.

The woman shivered a bit, she didn't want to die so she complied to the female's demands. Within a matter of moments, the bank clerks had cleared out the entirety of the bank. In fear of being killed, no one pressed any buttons and let the female and the late arriving males to take all of the money.

"Great job Ash! You did it so well without getting caught. I am so proud of you." Jack smiled as he wrapped his arm around Caroline.

"Thanks...." The female drew a small half smile towards the male, she felt guilty, but could never admit it to him.

"Now, you are in." The male smiled as they got into their escape vehicle before driving off at top speed, home.

The male guided the female into a dimly lit room for which she had never been in before. She looked around and saw a long wooden table in the centre of the room, black wheeled chairs lined the table which made the female feel as though the room was a board room.

A man sat at the head of the table, he had a man in a black tux sitting on either side of him. Jack walked over and pulled out one of the chairs before motioning for the female to sit down.

Caroline smiled a bit to the male as she gently sat down upon the seat, the male would then push her in closer to the table before pulling out the seat next to her and sitting down in it. As more people arrived, the female noticed that she was the only girl in the room, it was all men.

"Now. Let us get to our business." The man at the head of the table began, his eyes subtly shooting a glare at the female which made her shiver. "First topic, our next mission:

Mission: Red Eagle."

How do you like the story so far?
What do you think mission: red eagle is about?
Will Caroline ever find the author?

Thanks for reading!

Xerina