#119 Will You Still Be Mine? (400 words)

Inspired by: I’ll Keep it with Mine

Veronica and Duke celebrated the most massive plane heist in history by getting a hotel room together. Once they entered, they didn’t leave until the next morning. 

“I still can’t believe you included me even after I went to Jon,” Duke said, wrapped in Veronica’s arms. 

“I couldn’t have done it without you, I knew you would blab, so I worked it in.” 

“You could have done it without me.” 

“I could, but why would I? We should probably get ready? Our train is leaving in a couple hours.” Veronica said.

“I don’t think I’m going.” 

“What? Why not?”

“Everything I said before the heist is still true. I want to have a stable relationship. I want to keep it closed, and I’d like to have a job. Someplace to go every day and feel like I’m making a difference. Can you promise me these things in our new life?”

Veronica thought about it for a second. 

“I can’t promise you any outcome, but I promise I’ll try. I want you with me. You’re my best friend. You mean the world to me, and I can’t imagine a world where you’re not around.”

Duke got up and began getting dressed. “Alright. Let’s give it another shot. Fifth times the charm, right?”

The couple got dressed and packed their belongings, which weren’t much since all they had were parachutes.

Ein and the mercenaries took care of the cash. Veronica set up a well-earned vacation for her and Duke. 

They had an entire car to themselves. The conductor greeted them personally and made sure they had everything they needed. 

“This is amazing!” Duke said as he saw all the amenities. “This is really all ours?”

“Duke, we’re millionaires now. We need to act like it.” Veronica said as she put her feet up. 

“We are millionaires, aren’t we? It’s so weird to think about.”

“Whatever you want, babe, I’ll get it for you. I promise.”

Duke pulled out a bottle of Champaign from the fridge and popped it open. They cheered and celebrate their success. The train took off, and they sat with each other as they watched America pass by. 

Elsewhere on the train sat a man reading the newspaper. He was bald and a little overweight. No one paid him any mind. In his pocket, he had a contract worth $1,000,000 to kill Veronica and $100,000 to kill Duke. 

Published by einquin

Writing personal exploration flash fiction as well as building the foundations for a comic book universe.

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