Powerless

Preparations

Cole's P.O.V
Lucia comes bursting through the door.

"We need to get to the Underground. Now." She says breathlessly.

I groan and flick off the TV.

"Hey Samara! You remember Mark, Nick, and Scarlet?" I yelled to her.

"Yeah, I think so. The genius, the douche, and the boss?"

Lucia snickers. "That's the best way to describe them."

I nod and Samara comes out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a dish towel.

"We headin out now? I just got done cooking." She pouts.

"Then grab some and let's go. This is a matter of urgency" Lucia growls.

Samara gets wide eyes and puts her hands up in a surrending gesture. I laugh a little, then grab my pistol. The Underground is in a dangerous neighborhood. It's better to go with weapons. Lucia grabs her trench-coat and stocks it with her arsenal. Samara goes into her old room and emerges a couple minutes later. She's dressed in a black flowing shirt and tight black jeans. She has her special gloves on, where when she flexes her wrist, razor sharp blades that resembles claws pop out from her fingers. As she wraps a bandage around her arm for protection, I slip one of my own knives into a sheath on my belt.

"Just to be cautious!" I say to Lucia, who's glaring at me from across the room.

"I don't want you to break another knife, Cole." She says still glaring, "Remer the last time you tried to throw a knife? You almost stabbed me!"

I cross my arms. "Well this one's for self defense. There will be no throwing involved."

She just glares at me some more.

Lucia's P.O.V
I stop glaring at Cole to resume sharpening my knife. I sigh deeply as I remember the last time Cole used a knife. It was a couple weeks after we had thought we lost Samara. He wanted to be able to protect me better. Least that's what he told me. So I tried to teach him! It ended horribly, with three knives out the window and two stabbed through my coat. After that, he stuck to his sniper. But now, since Samara's here, he wants to impress her. Like stabbing yourself in the leg is gonna impress anybody. As I finish packing my knives and making sure they fit snugly, I see Cole with his Windrunner strapped across his shoulder. He's checking his scope and making sure the barrel is clean. But somethings weird about him. He's a bit more unsteady than usual. I walk up behind him and lean over his shoulder. I notice he's looking at a picture of him and Samara he must have found in his bag somehwere. He's running his thumb over her face and smiling gently.

I whisper in his ear "Whatcha doin?"

He jumps ten feet in the air and I laugh so loud that Samara comes out of her room to raise an eyebrow at me. I just point to Cole while still laughing my ass off.

"Shut the fuck up Lucia!" He yells looking, like a beet.

"I would, but it's kinda when a beet is threatening you." I say suppressing more laughter.

Samara chuckles and shakes her head. After a couple more minutes of laughing and teasing Cole, I wipe a tear away from my eye.

"Phew. That was nice. But anyway, is anyone else ready to go? I've been done for like twenty minutes."

Samara pops her head out of her room, "I'm ready! What about you Cole?"

Cole snaps his head up and looks around confused. "Huh? What? Uh, yeah, I'm ready. Let's go."

I snicker then grab the car keys and my sweatshirt and head outside. This is gonna be fun.