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Breathe.
Breathe.
Don't pass out.
"I don't have a drawer."
She didn't wait for him to ask another question.
"I work in the office back there." She gestured over his shoulder, but he shook his head. "I'm not stupid, lady."
I beg to differ.
"Just give me the money and then I'll be asking for a car and you and I can take a drive together."
Heavy doors closed outside, and Tracy turned to look.
"Well, it looks like we're famous, baby."
Don't call me baby, asshat.
There were TV vans, but they were probably being kept across the street.
She had learned a few things from her time with Weston.
The driveway of the credit union was suddenly blocked with a big black van that looked almost like an RV with muscles.
Along the side of the van were four large letters under the words SAN ANTONIO.
S.W.A.T.
The stakes had just gone up.
Not only was her boyfriend on scene, but his whole team was there.
She just had to hold it together and keep Estes safe, too.
"I think," he adjusted his stance, widening his feet and puffing out his chest, "we're gonna be famous. Likely evening news. Into tomorrow if we give them a good enough show."
Show?
A show?
"My mom might see me on the news!"
WEST
West watched through the monitors as Duval held the riot shield in front of him with Dally following half a step behind, carrying a small bag in one hand and touching Duval's back with the other.
They moved as one through the parking lot and Weston rocked back on his heels as he watched his team approach the double doors at the front of the credit union.
The car was well and truly wedged into the door frame. It was likely going to keep the building closed for a week or so to repair the damage.
If that's all that happened, he would be grateful. Beyond grateful!
When Duval and Dally were within range, the duo stopped.
Fox leaned in and spoke into the microphone that was currently connected to the speakers outside the van.
