wanted most - tracob

three

It was a week and a half before Jacob and his team had to deal with Troye and his thieving ways again. Their week wasn't as boring, however, what with having a bit of live action due to a hostage situation at a restaurant and then once again at a bank. Luckily, however, they'd caught both of the criminals. And Jacob wondered why on earth they couldn't ever catch Troye.

Hell, they couldn't even get into the same building as Troye. They were always too late. And now that Troye was a probable murderer, that brought a new light into the situation. Whereas just bringing their guns, their guns that were always somewhere on them anyway, they had to move on to the full Kevlar vest.

"I guess all criminals have to snap eventually," Jacob sighed to Jedidiah as they sat in Jacob's cubicle. "I just figured Mellet was more towards the sane side of things. He basically just seemed like a cocky asshole in his videos. But I didn't consider that he could be a murderer."

"Nobody can predict these things, mate," Jedidiah shrugged. "S'not like we could have stopped his becoming of a murderer anyway."

"We could have had we caught him by now," Jacob muttered lowly. "We should have caught him by now."

"Well, I'm sure we'll catch him eventually," Adam poked his head around the corner to say. "Finished filing shit."

"Thanks," Jacob rubbed at his temples. "Um... I'll let Tran know we've caught up."

"Maybe you should take a day off, man," Jedidiah offered, leaning against the cubicle wall. "This whole... Mellet being found as a murderer business is getting at you."

Jacob shook his head quickly, because no. As lead agent, he couldn't let cases get to him, "It's not that. I just don't like that we haven't caught him."

But that was a lie of course. Yes, Jacob wished that they had caught him, but he also wished that Troye had stayed that gentle thief that didn't break windows or locks, he simply got in, took what he needed, and left.

"Well maybe-" Jedidiah began, but then Jacob's phone was buzzing against his leg, and was quick to pull it from the holster is rested in.

"Hold that thought, Adam," he murmured, answering the phone and pressing it to his ear. "Bixenman."

"Agent Bixenman," Agent Tran's voice came out in a rush. "95B Hatton Garden, M&G Jewellery. They've got Mellet trapped inside, the place is surrounded. Gear up and get down there."

Jacob's eyes widened, shooting Adam and Jedidiah a pointed glance to let them know to tell the other team members to get ready, "Yes sir! On it."

The lead agent hung up with a click, sprinting to the lockers as he heard Adam bellowing out, "Hurry it up now, lads!"

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Troye was fucked. Utterly fucked. He could hear the police calling to him from outside the building, threatening to break the glass and pry the bars open if he didn't let them in. But if he got caught... it wouldn't end well. He couldn't get caught. So he'd locked himself in, desperately searching the back of the surprisingly large store for some sort of entrance, but he could hear the police in the back as well. They'd arrived so quickly that he hadn't even had time to make a video for Agent Bixenman. Yet, he hadn't triggered an alarm and no one had been at the store yet, so someone had to have spotted him picking the lock in the back and creeping in that way.

As he silently cursed the store for having too many unnecessary rooms and the vents for being too small for him to crawl through, a clatter from a closed door. He yanked it open instantly, quietly fearing there was a hidden worker that had reported him, but he was nearly bowled over by a lanky and much taller dark haired man.