Chapter 2
Saturday
The next day the team slept into the late hours of the morning. When they did start stirring about, Sam was the one to make breakfast. She and Nick did most of the cooking but the others helped every so often. She hummed to herself in the kitchen as she made everyone a batch of her not-so-famous-but-should-be pancakes. They all sat around the table in the kitchen and stuffed themselves with the flapjacks.
“So do you guys want to focus on training today?” Moriah asked.
“Dawson needs to run to the store, here’s a list of what we need.” Sam slid Dawson a sheet of paper covered in sloppy hand writing.
“What does that say?” Dawson teased squinting at the page.
“Oh shut up,” Sam grabbed a blueberry from the bowl in the middle of the table and tossed it at him.
“Hey now, the last thing we need is enemies within our own group.” Fletcher said and what was soon to be a full blown food fight defused.
“Dawson, remember to drop off the rent to. We definitely don't need is the land lord sniffing around up here again. That was too close of a call last month.” Nick reminded. It wasn’t even that close of a call but playing too many high action video games and pulling too many heists has left Nick paranoid to no end.
“Yeah I got it, shopping and pay the rent. Don’t worry I’ll remember. I also need to pick up some more materials so this works out just fine.” Since Dawson never went on any missions he was the perfect person to run errands. The apartment was also in his name, well his fake name. They all had fame names and fake I.D.s thanks to Nick and his printer.
“I also need more ammo so stop at the Bullet Hole,” that was the local gun and ammo store and also Moriah’s most frequently shopped store.
“Of course you’re out of ammo,” Nick teased.
“Oh be quiet and go type something on your computer why don’t you?” Moriah rolled her eyes and took her last bite of pancakes. Reid stood, cleared the table and started to wash the dishes.
“I need more band aids, and some extra Advil couldn’t hurt,” Reid said scrubbing the first plate, “Ethan I also want to take another look at your hands because the towel you used got filthy and if you got dirt in those scrapes it could get infected. Okay? Ethan!” Ethan snapped to attention.
“Um, yeah you can take a look. Sorry, I’m just tired,” which was a lie. Ethan had been day dreaming about the cop he met last night ever since he woke up and stopped actually dreaming about her. Everyone kind of shrugged and went back to business. Nick went retreated to his corner and submersed himself in his technology. Fletcher sat on the couch and turned the TV on to watch sports. Sam grabbed a book and started to read on the other couch. Moriah started to dry the dishes as Reid kept washing and Dawson added a few more things to the list before enrolling Fletcher to help him run errands. Fletcher was the second choice to go out on errands because when you are behind the wheel it’s hard for someone to identify you. Ethan was left alone at the table just thinking of his newly developed crush. He knew it in his heart, no matter how much his head said that cops were bad news, he just had to meet her.
“Hey would you have any access to a police roster?” Ethan asked Nick trying to sound nonchalant.
“Why?” Nick raised an eyebrow in suspicion.
“This cop yesterday pissed me off and I want to know where I can find them to get revenge.”
“Well I mean I guess I could take a look around but cops piss you off all the time, why is it different?” Ethan shrugged so Nick continued. “I’ll get back to you. What’s the cop’s name?”
