𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓-𝐑𝐃𝐉 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄

Agent(2)-Hank x reader.

After a short ride, you arrived home and threw your jacket on a chair. You grabbed yourself a Coke and sat down on your couch. Grabbing the file and opening it, you began to read what it said.

''Let's see, let's see... Henry... Hank Palmer. 35 years old, divorced, one kid. Went to Midwestern, graduated valedictorian, his dad was a judge, Joseph Palmer... Interesting background'' you muttered to yourself, studying everything.

On the next page was attached a picture of him and information.

''My, my... aren't we good looking''you smirked looking at his picture.

''Hotshot defense attorney, has been estranged from his family in Indiana for a while... daddy issues, has two brothers... lives in Chicago, the rich side of the town'' you continued

After you read everything, you walked towards your basement, an empty bag in your hand.

You opened the door to your armory and took three revolvers, old but gold, two Kevlar vests, a sniper riffle, maximum accuracy and killing speed, and ammo. You were fighting Mafia, and you were super ready for it.

Those crackheads were about to regret the day they've been born.

You took the bag and walked back upstairs, heading for your bedroom. You took a shower and dried your hair, then walked back to the living room.

Taking the file, you turned off the lights downstairs and walked back to your bedroom, reading again. You knew everything about that guy.

It was already 01:23, and you fell asleep reading.

The next morning...

It was 06:45, and you were drinking your coffee. You didn't sleep for too long, so you needed to stay awake.

You quickly dressed in a pair of sweats, a T-shirt and some sneakers, the put your hair in a high ponytail.

It was Saturday, and apparently, Hank Palmer was running around Dvorak park around 7:00 every weekend.

You remembered you actually seen him a couple of times, since you run around that park, part of your daily training.

You took your car and drove towards the park, where indeed you found his car waiting in the park lot. 

You saw him on a near bench, tying his running shoes. You  took a deep breath and tried to look normal as you ran pass him on the running path.

You heard footsteps behind you, and you knew he began running. You left him ahead, and you ran a little slower, looking around for Velasquez's men, but no sign of them.

Gaining some speed, you ran and matched his pace, acting like nothing happened.

He furrowed his eyebrows and took off with more speed, turning some corners, still following the running path.

In his rush of showing testosterone, his earbuds fell out of his pocket. You saw them and stopped running, then you bent and grabbed them.

You looked around and saw him resting on a bench, drinking water. Sweat was dripping down his forehead, to his neck and travelling under his T-shirt.

Probably he's hiding an eight pack under that shirt, you thought, biting back a perky smirk.

You sped towards him and stopped in front of him.

''Hey, Mr Hunk'' you said, grabbing his attention, ''you dropped these'' you finished and threw the headphones in his lap.

''Thanks'' he nodded, looking at you.

You nodded back and continued running, and searching for the Mafia guys.

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