The Avenger's Soul

The Magical Place (Part 2)

Skye's POV

I glanced up, then looked down, then glanced back up and grinned as I caught sight of a nice leather jacket that reminded me of something May might wear. I walked up to the window looking in at it and I could see my reflected grin off the glass.

I went in, bought the jacket and some pants to match before spying my target.

"That's what I said. Yeah," Rathman was saying as he handed his keys to a valet. "Of course, I love truffles. But not on that. What an idiot."

He walked past a pillar to the building he was entering and I appeared from the opposite side; now wearing the new leather jacket and putting a cellphone to my ear.

"No, sweetie, listen to me. It was a private jet. Of course there was wi-fi. He should've at least texted you back," I fake spoke while I walked around the front of Rathman's SUV to the driver door. I opened the door, sat in the driver's seat and tossed my bag and the cellphone onto the passenger's seat and drove away. Damn, driving is funnn! This was technically my first real time driving without Hydra over my shoulder.

I reached over hitting buttons on the SUV's GPS. After hitting a few buttons once again the Shield logo appeared.

"Damn it!" I cursed as I pounded the steering wheel and pulled over to the side of the road, stopped and parked the car.

"Okay, Skye, just need a Plan "B"," I told myself.

I sighed deeply and scrunched up my face trying to think. I looked over to the right and saw buttons for Onstar and SDS. I quickly put the car into drive and slammed on the gas pedal. I came upon a red light and cut the wheel sending the car crashing into some water barrels. I panted from the impact as there was a beep from the car and a woman's voice.

"Roadside assistance. We see you've had an accident."

"Yeah. Can you send somebody to tow me back to my house?" I asked.

"Of course. I'll dispatch someone right away. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good." I waited for the tow truck to arrive and sighed an hour later as we pulled up into Rathman's driveway.

"So, you sure you don't want me to take it to the dealer?" the truck driver asked me as I signed the paperwork.

"No thanks. I got a guy," I told him.

"All right. Thank you."

I walked over and picked up my shopping bag then reached into the SUV and pulled out the garage door opener. I opened the garage to find a black Lamborghini with the license plates of $BLSYAL.

"Dollar bills, y'all," I said with a roll of my eyes.

I walked by the car and entered the house. The first thing in the house, rolling my eyes at a portrait of him done in Warhol style, four blocks all different colors with the portraits done in different colors as well. Conceited much?

I walked past the picture and set my stuff down at a desk with a computer. I looked down at my bracelet then over to a golf bag. I took out one of the irons and used the handle of it to hit dial on the telephone, which began to ring.

"Lloyd Rathman's office," a woman said.

"This is the L.A.P.D. I need to speak with Mr. Rathman. We've recovered a stolen vehicle registered in his name," I said in an authoritative voice as I flipped through Rathman's paper files.

"Oh. Was it damaged?"

"Yes, ma'am. We have two officers waiting at his home, ready to take a statement," I told her.