"You're going to need a signature outfit so people can recognize you, it won't be the same exact outfit but it needs to have at least a theme." My mother told Jane.
We had gotten out a keyboard connected to the plasma tv to shop for her clothes. She ended up going with tights ripped at the thighs, a pair of black shorts to go over them, a pair of boots that ended right above her ankles. She chose a black tanktop, with a black over coat coming down to her mid-thigh. She wanted everything to be black, she wanted to have her father's theme.
"I want him to know that I am still his daughter."
Right then her phone started ringing.
"Speak of the devil."
She picked up and I heard a slight screaming on the other end.
"I am fine."
'Speaker.' I mouthed out.
She took the phone away complying with me request.
"Janet I am checking where your located right now."
We all went silent for a moment. Listening to what I assume was keys clicking.
"Where in the world are you."
My mother whispered. "The moment your phone gets in the area it shows that you in somewhere else, we don't want anyone finding us. So you can tell him.
My father walked into the room right then smiling. he set a bag down on the glass table.
"Batsy Batsy Batsy." my mother chanted loud enough for us to hear.
"What. Janet where are you. What have you done with my daughter?"
He didn't sound worried at all.
"They didn't take me."
There was a silence and what I could assume was an angered sigh.
"I came to them." Then she hung up.
My father gave her a smile. He opened the bag revealing an array of weapons.
"Choose yours, you'll get to keep it."
She nodded and took a small 9mm. She took it in her hands and smiled.
