Bender [s.r.]

0.1

Wanda and I sat down in opposite tabled on the terrace of the outdoor cafe in Lagos, she poured her sugar into the drink as I sipped it black. 

I leaned back into the metal chair, letting out a long breath. I looked around seeing different people conversing and going on with their day. 

But here we were with a mission, but disguising ourselves as regulars.

"All right, what do you see?" Steve asked us through the radio.

"A lot of families, tourists, etc." I muttered, setting my mug down on the table.

"Andie, focus." Steve spoke once more.

"Right, right, not what normal people can see." I chuckled.

"Standard beat cops." Wanda replied, focusing on the mission. "Small station. Quiet street." I looked over to the two cops which chilled beside their black cruiser.

"The perfect target." I added onto her statement.

"There's an ATM on the south corner, which means?" Steve asked.

"Cameras." Wanda muttered into her sleeve.

"Both cross streets are one-way."

"So, the escape routes are compromised." I nodded, sipping once more from my drink.

"Means our guy doesn't care about being seen." Steve spoke, the image of Rumlow burned the back of my mind, sending a shiver down my spine. 

"He isn't afraid to make a mess on the way out. You see that Range Rover halfway up the block?" I looked in that direction as Wanda turned slightly in her seat.

"Yeah, the red one?" She asked, eyeing the vehicle. "It's cute."

"It's also bulletproof, which means private security...which means more guns...which means more headaches for somebody. Probably us." Natasha's voice rang through making me look over down the terrace where she was seated at another table. 

She gave me a small wave before we turned away from each other.

"You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?" Wanda pointed out as she muttered into her cup.

"Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature." Natasha commented.

"Anybody ever tell you you're a little paranoid?" Sam asked through the intercom.

"Not to my face. Why? Did you hear something?" Her remark making me chuckle a little as I sipped again from my coffee.

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"Eyes on target, folks." Steve piped up. "This is the best lead we've had on Rumlow in six months. I don't want to lose him." Sam scoffed at Steve's words.

"If he sees us coming, that won't be a problem." He spoke from the rooftop where he was perched. "He kind of hates us."

"Sam." Steve muttered. "See that garbage truck?"

"Oh you found Rumlow?" I asked earning a disappointed groan but some chuckles from the group.

"Tag it." I looked over down the street as horns blared and people shouted. 

I left the exact change for the bill as I set down the cup before standing and walking down the street as if I was a regular pedestrian.

"That truck's loaded for max weight." Sam spoke up after a few minutes. "And the driver's armed."

"It's a battering ram." Natasha stated.

"Andie."

"On it. We can't let him hit the police." I stated, moving my legs at a jogging pace. A loud crash sounded north form where I was.