This is my last new story for a while. I just accepted a job as a receptionist in addition to my duties at the library. I will continue to work to complete other stories in the future, but nothing new. I have two weeks to work on this story before my life gets complicated.

Survival

"I want him," he said taking pictures from their loft with a view of the Dallas police headquarters.

"A Federal Agent, Tom? Seriously?" Max asked.

"We did a Texas Ranger," Leah said lightly as she looked through binoculars. "This isn't much of a step up."

"But he has powerful friends," Max said.

"So, do we," Tom said.

"He's pretty," Leah said. "I want to feel his hair."

"I want to see the fear in his eyes."

"Assault of a federal agent equals bigger jail time," Max said.

Tom sighed and stopped taking pictures.

"We've gotten away with it seven times Max, count the professions."

Max groaned. "Housewife of a Hollywood producer, a Texas Ranger, a state senator, a congressman, two judges, and a multimillionaire investment banker."

"We have a perfect record," Leah said.

"I just hope our luck doesn't run out," Max said.

"It's not luck Max," Tom said. "It's a system."

"Even in this era of—"

"Makes it more thrilling," Leah said.

"Are you going to wimp out on us or not Max?" Tom asked.

"No," he said. "I want to see if he's as big as I think he might be down there."

"This is going to be fun!" Leah said.

"The fun comes later," Tom said. "We don't have much time to prep so let's get started."