So I decided to make a fanfic about the town, hope you guys like it.

I don't own anything except from my OC's.

A shoot out yesterday occurred in this very spot involving the bank robbers behind the Cambridge Merchants robbery who caused great terror. Desmond Elden and Albert Magloan died, James Coughlin was sent to the hospital with severe gunshot wounds while the other robber Doug MacRay was still at large.

Reporting Live from Charlestown…

Not being able to stomach the horrid news which showed the dead bodies of the robbers, the blonde girl, Bridgette Barnes turned off the TV. It certainly wasn't a good idea to see a video of dead bodies to greet her in the morning. A heavy sigh escaped her as she tried to erase the images she had seen that might get stuck in her memory. She took her pocket watch and saw that it was about time she gets into her office and start doing her job.

A spot of dust would never be spotted on Bridegette's table despite having a busy schedule since the firm decided to make the deadline earlier than what she expected. She could already see how the building would look like and it wouldn't that be hard for her to finish her work even before the deadline, if she allotted the right time. Bridgette took pride in never being late when it comes to deadline.

"Ms. Barnes, there's a phone call on line 1." The woman announced loud enough for Bridgette to hear.

"Thanks." Bridgette said and answered the phone.

"Bridgette Barnes, speaking." She said.

"Saint, how are you?" The man's voice sent her shivers.

Bridgette looked from her left to right, scanning the people around the office, hoping that no one could hear her. "Not here." She shushed the person on the other line of the phone.

"What? I can't just call you right now? Remember-" The man sounds offended but Bridgette cut him off already knowing what the man was about to say next.

"Look, I don't need any reminder of anything you've done for me and I know that you wouldn't waste your time just to ask if I'm doing okay."

"I'll go home tonight and we'll talk. We don't have to talk about that in here."

"Whatever you say, see ya later."

-xxx-

Her work was half-way finished and she reminded herself that she'd have to take an overtime to finish all of it in order to pass her work even before the deadline. She left her office immediately and headed out for home where she spent most of her time before getting her job as an architect.

A heavy sighed escaped her lips as she reached her so called home. She made her entrance to the junk shop and passed the scrap yard which her father used to own. It didn't take long for her to reach the bungalow house. As she entered the house, the sounds of television greet her.

"Saint!" A girl squeaked as she hugged Bridgette. Bridgette hugged her back, making her return not as bad as she thought.

"Hey Sam. How are you?" Bridgette smiled as she let go of her. Samantha Rockwell was a good friend of hers who happens to be the girlfriend of her cousin, Ray. She had a long brown straight hair and a bit shorter than Bridgette who was 5'5 tall.

"Pretty good, actually…" Sam raised her left hand and Bridgette's eyes almost popped out when she saw a ring on her ring finger.

"Oh my gosh! Congratulations!"Bridgette clasped her hands together in delight.

"Since when?"

"Yesterday." Raymond Stone also known as Ray appeared, wrapping his arm around Sam's waist. He acknowledged Bridgette's presence by smiling at her. Bridgette didn't mind it, knowing that Ray had been the reserve type of person. For a moment, she forgot the real reason why she returned to the place until a man with a patch on his left eye approach them.

"How's my favorite girl?" Charles Stone aka one eyed Chuck asked her.

"Doing fine, uncle." A forced smile crept on Bridgette's face.

"Why'd you brought that?" He pointed towards the drawing tube that Bridgette had with her.

"I have to finish some work." She shrugged.

"Saint the workaholic, suits you well but you can't finish that tonight." The man grinned.

"Does it have to do with the call?"She asked sounded worried what his uncle's call meant. Her uncle nodded and said, "Since you're earning some clean money and shit, I know you don't want to go on the run with us anymore."

She wasn't sure if she's only hallucinating but she never imagined her uncle ever said that to her. Sure, he's earning some cash because of his business but it never seemed enough for him. " You want me out of the job now?" She was hesitant to ask her uncle but why now?

Her reaction amused her uncle that he laughed though it didn't ease the atmosphere around them. " Come on, stealing isn't saintly like huh, Saint?"

If Bridgette didn't know any better, she would believe that her uncle would just let go of her. There must be a catch. "In exchange for?"

"We have a job. One last job and you're done." Bridgette didn't like the sound of it but if it would be the last job she got to do for them then she'll take it.

It's my first time to write the town fanfic so please tell me what you think?