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the Federal Building. They had all kinds coming in and out of here even after hours like we were. Running and panting our asses off? Big red flags, call in the men with guns, cuffs, and cart our hides off to jail.
    The elevator came and we got on, Seattle checking his watch every few seconds, which didn’t help.
    “Does this building have the ability to even lockdown the elevators?” Phoenix asked as if trying to break the tension. We all slowly turned to him staring at him as if he’d lost his mind. “What? Just wondering if you guys were worrying over nothing.”
    “It’s not getting trapped in the elevator we’re freaking out about. We’re not claustrophobic,” Boston growled. “We don’t want to go prison .”
    “No shit.” Phoenix rolled his eyes at us. “I’m just saying hold off the worrying until we’re done with the elevator ride if they can’t shut it down.” Of course then there was a ding to alert us we were on the right level. “Like now.”
    “Just be quiet and act like we belong here.” Seattle shot him a look, and we all swallowed back our nerves, so when we got off seconds later, we had our shit together. We were less than twenty feet from the door when a blaring alarm when off. I instantly froze, which of course, was the last thing I should have done.
    “Run, dipshit,” Boston growled as he grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me along. I nodded and forced my feet to work, still clutching tightly in my hand what we possibly were about to lose everything over. I started debating if I should ease up on my grip because I could break it… But then I could drop it… Maybe a pocket? I could drop it putting it in there.
    Fuck it. It stayed where it was.
    As I carefully watched the floor as we ran, I realized it was marble. The same type of marble, even the right coloring like our parents headstones. It just triggered the image of it in my mind, and I couldn’t help but wonder if we wouldn’t be joining them soon.
    “Stop right there!” a man shouted behind us. I saw Milwaukee freeze out of the corner of my eye. Good to know I wasn’t the only one whose instincts told them to listen when sirens or authority told me to do something.
    “No, keep going,” Seattle snarled as he shoved our brother along.
    Phoenix and Orlando had raced ahead and were holding the doors open that security measures were trying to close and lock. I hadn’t been noticing all of that. Both of them looked ready to pop out their shoulders from exertion. We slid out and they both gave a whimper of relief as the heavy metal doors slammed and locked into place.
    That didn’t mean we were out of the woods yet. By running when the alarm went off, they knew who had tripped them now.
    We took off to Seattle’s Expedition. It was a miracle we had even been able to find parking so damn close, and hot damn, had we needed that luck now. I had the ludicrous thought as we got closer to it that I was glad I paid for the meter so ours wasn’t flashing expired like the others. At least we didn’t end up with a parking ticket .
    Yes, because that’s what to worry about when stealing from the NSA and the federal government was now in pursuit. I had some serious issues. I really wasn’t equipped for all of this.
    Seattle barked out orders to all of us after unlocking it. “Toss your phones under the wheels! Get rid of anything that can be traced.”
    I quickly pulled my cell out of my pocket with my free hand and dropped it onto the ground in front of the rear left tire, watching it splash in one of the remaining puddles from the storm earlier that evening. Then I focused on Seattle as he turned to me.
    “I thought you said five minutes,” he hissed as he opened the driver’s door as I did the one behind him. “That was only a couple.”
    “I said maybe . It’s not an exact, Seattle.” I was going to say more but the sound of sirens approaching started again and we all jumped in. Boston didn’t even get his door