UNDERCOVER ⧗ BLACKHILL

Moving Day - 15

A/N: i'll pay ur therapy bills after :)

(Wanda's POV - next week)
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In my office, I listen to the recording over and over again. Trying to decipher what could be meant or if I'm even hearing it right ar all. Two words is all I can get.
"mission"
"out"

I refuse to believe it, but all the evidence I need is right in front of me. Marci isn't one of us. But I don't know what to do with this information. If I act suspicious, that could accelerate their timeline. We can't afford that. Everything has to go on as planned, as if we're all the wiser.

Marci has to move in. That can't change. All that can are dates and times of places I'm going, because that means that while I may not know exactly when, they've been watching.

Looking back, it all makes sense, locations around buildings, or the bridge. Places that have locations nearby that have some difficulties, but with the right training, ability to be watched. Of course they have the right training, they're the best of the best, just like me.

There's no way I could tell anyone about this, I have to keep this to myself. I can't have everyone acting off, otherwise she'll get suspicious and know that something happened. Maybe I can figure out her plan before she decides what to do next or whoever tells her what to do I guess, then I can let others in, and we can do something.

But then again, being New York's number 1 dealer and trafficker also comes with its downsides. To a small time person, maybe, they could just pack up and go somewhere else. To me, that's not an option. There's too many people, and plus, you just don't pick up and go in this business unless you want to piss a lot of people off.

If anything goes down, it's all my fault also. From the very beginning, I've been saying 'take a leap' but anyone with eyes could tell that no one just comes up with and 'specializes' in Par 18's. I guess that's what everyone was trying to hint at or tell me, but I pushed them off and ignored them.

Bad idea, Wanda. Bad, bad, idea.

Walking out of my office, different ideas bounce around my head on how to act normal. Honestly, there's never a good plan for that, just to hopefully pass to others that nothings up.

Seeing Natasha in the kitchen grabbing herself a late breakfast, I decide that she's a good place to start. To see if I can act as if nothings off. Maybe she'll question me, but again, you learn how to make what others want to hear believable.

"Marci's going to be here in a few hours, right?" I ask, looking into the fridge to also get myself something. Eventually, I decide I'm too lazy and just grab milk, cereal, and a bowl.

"Yep, little after lunch," she replies, taking a bite of the sandwich she's made herself.

"That's good, so she'll be settled by tonight. And you've already given her a tour, so she knows where everything is."

Natasha makes a good point, "Honestly the only thing that's really changing is how much we see her, and where she lives obviously."

Taking another bite of her sandwich, Natasha continues, something else on her mind. Wanda gets a spoon and begins to eat her cereal.

"Nothing, I guess?" she questions, and I know exactly what she's referring to.

"Nope," I shake my head, trying to keep as straight a face I can. My lips even curl up a little, to look like I'm pleasantly surprised.

I'm always so open with everyone here, and tell them what's going on with business. It's like a no-secrets place, and that's a big part of what makes it feel like a real blood family.