The Game

Something inside Victor burned. It must have been the chalupa he ate for lunch. His thoughts changed to Miss Sinclair. He had come into contact with her on several occasions when she was in her heisting days. She never seemed like a thief to him. He had to do his job though. The FBI was counting on him to catch her red handed. She had always seemed so sweet to him, and he felt a little bad betraying her, but again his job was on the line. He couldn't let anything get in the way of his catching her. He had to stay strong. Like her he was a sucker for someone that was good looking, and it had almost cost him his job many times before. "Stay strong" he thought to himself. As he walked into his apartment everything suddenly went dark.