Battlefield: Control (Book Two)

Chapter Thirteen - Angela

School dragged all day. In fact, every hour since she got home, did as well. Angela couldn't handle waiting for the action that would be taking place later in the evening.

Even if they wouldn't be doing much besides spying, it was still exciting to her. She was now one step closer to getting her justice. When JD came in and told her it was time to leave, she already had her shoes and coat on. They picked up Cadence and met the others at a coffee shop near Lunar Falls.

The park where the meeting would be held was close to the high school. She wasn't too familiar with the area which made the whole experience that much more fun. Like she was some kind of secret agent on a special mission.

In a way she was, only for another planet.

"Does anyone want anything?" Orlando asked, pulling out his wallet. "I'll treat."

"I'm game, might need it," JD said.

"Exactly what I was thinking. I'm prepared for a long night."

Alan read the menu, and took his time doing so. "I know of coffee and I'm familiar with tea, but what are mochas?" Which he pronounced incorrectly as "mo-cha". "I don't know what a lot of these drinks are actually."

"Delicious I'll have one of those with white chocolate and skim please." Angela giggled.

Orlando waved for her to go to the counter and order. "Pick something good out for Alan."

"Do you like sweet things?" she asked the alien and briefly glanced back at him.

For a moment, he stopped tugging at the coat he wore, to acknowledge her, before going back to playing with it as he thought over his answer. Orlando had given him some clothes to help the guy blend in. Alan was obviously uncomfortable.

Angela was pretty sure he'd rip the thing off if he were allowed. While she wouldn't have minded because his perfect abdomen was nice to look at, his clothing choices also made things awkward for everyone—especially in public.

"I do not enjoy coffee black if that's what you mean," Alan said and played with the zipper on the front of his coat.

"A latte might be a good idea, one of those with a little vanilla." She told the barista what to make and stepped away so the others could order too.

Her brother and Cadence soon followed with a plain coffee and a hot chocolate, respectively.

Orlando finished up. "One of those iced caramel coffee blended things with a lot of whipped cream."

"I wouldn't have pegged you as a fluffy drink guy," Angela said.

"I like variety. Besides, it's practical. Big, caffeinated, full of sugar. I'll be awake for hours," he said, as cool as ever. She was convinced he could make anything look good.

"Let us find a table to sit at while we wait for my comrade, and discuss how we will divide for our...project." Alan motioned for them to go toward the back of the shop.

JD sipped on his coffee. "Comrade? I didn't know someone else was joining us."

"It's a new development," Alan said and took a sip from his drink as well. He paused, his eyes going wide for a moment, and then his body relaxed. "This is delicious. What is it?"

"Latte," Angela said.

"This is coffee?"

"Yep."

Alan blinked. "Impressive. What a versatile bean."

"If you think that's impressive, you should see all the things chocolate can do," Angela said. They all turned at the sound of an unfamiliar voice from a stranger standing by their table.