Dominion Tank Police Fan Fiction ❯ falling for the antihero ❯ the prize ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters I do own the story and maybe the warehouse its starts in but nothing else remotely related to this

Authors notes: this was set as a challenge to try and be original and work with a pairing no one else had tried it was written quick quickly as it came in a sudden rush it might seem like a one shot but it shall continue

Falling for the antihero

Chapter one: The Prize

When looked upon by others many people wouldn't say that mueller was not smart and that he was not cunning either. But looks are often deceiving. Many people wouldn't suspect it but he had a very strong mindpower. He just was not very good at thinking quickly.

In the inner workings of his mind he had a planed it down to the last scenario he had 247 different variations should anything go wrong he had not thought much about after though he assumed things could easily go his way should he will them to. His plans did not go to his scenarios much later in. but we can go back to those problems later

He hadn't liked his job nor had he despised it. It just came naturally he hadn't thought he would become a criminal.

Infact a bit earlier in his life he was filled with ambition. He had so many he couldn't deiced a signer, a writer, a hospital worker, a police officer.

His expression changed and his eyebrows rose at the thought as he considered it. He despised the police as a collective group

Back in his earlier days because of his indecision he got nowhere infact he had succeeded in the fact he had gotten nowhere working hard on his dreams cost money it had cost money to live. Who would put a price on a human life? But when asked people would say they would never put a price on it yet they still did every single day he started his life of crime to pay for said life to fund for his ambitions and to fuel his dreams each time he did he lost a piece of himself now he was no more than a shell of who he was. His dreams silenced as he sold his soul to crime

He listened to his radio. They were on their way. He finished the net and hid in the warehouse. He knew they would raid infact everyone knew they would raid and had moved everything. mueller had no alibi for him being here But he did not need one he never planed on returning to his bosses or his previous life he had planed to leave the city once he had "his prize". "His prize" he sneered to himself in anticipation

The sound of the front doors breaking was expected. He knew soon he would have what he wanted.the players were all here, the stage was set, and the first act ready to begin the prize was in his grasp

"His prize" yet no one would suspect his motives for taking her. No one knew who his "prize" was except him. Inwardly he smiled to himself no one would suspect his motive because

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"His prize was a police women"