Think about it Twice (Sana x Fem reader)

Chapter 3- San Clemete robberies pt.1

January 8th, 1997
~Y/n's POV~
Today was our first mission with Sana. Not looking forward to it. I wanna like her but something about her makes me distant. Maybe the fact that she seems a little deceiving? Also the fact that I'm not to fond of San Clemente.

"Come on y/n lighten up your like totally gonna ruin mood today!" Sana said as Mike and David sung along to Never gonna give you up by Rick Astley. I gave her a half smile before nodding my head to the song.

"This seems like the right place..." Mike said as he picked a bit at his afro. We pulled up to a nice house with the perfect grass and a white picket fence. The houses on the cul de sac all looked similar to this house.

"So there has been robberies in this neighborhood and this house has been robbed 2 times." Mike said as he read the complaint.

"Let's go ahead and hope for better results." Mike directed towards me and I nodded my head. We Don't need another part 2 of what first happened at San Clemente. We all walked up to the door and knocked on their pristine white door.

"LAPD open up please." Mike said and we heard a little bit of shuffling from behind the door. As we waited I stared at their garden and seen a confederate flag with an American flag on the side of their porch. I groaned as this probably will be a part 2.

"Yes it's about time." An older white lady probably between 60-70 opened the door. She looked at all of us up and down and I seen her face sour a bit.

"Come on in. I'm Helen Carter." She said through a forced smile and we nodded our head. As the four of us walked in, it looked like the typical southern house. I seen a wwII uniform and picture with a picture of what looked like a confederate soldier.

"I-I'll go get some lemonade..." she quietly said and dashed into the kitchen.

"I feel uncomfortable..." Sana frowned and we all nodded. The old lady came back with 4 glasses of lemonade and a plate of cookies. Mike cleared his throat before starting.

"...So you say someone broke into your house, stole some of your possessions and assaulted your granddaughter." Mike said and she nodded her head. David wrote it down as I continued to observe the house.

"So why did you call us and not your local police...?"

"Well I mean they never listen to us and brushed it aside." She frowned and took a sip of her tea. I could tell she felt tense with us in the room.

"Is your granddaughter here?"

"No she's at school right now."

"Well do you know what he looks like...?"

"No but my husband does let me get him." She quickly said and dashed up stairs. She came back down with an man around the same age and he immediately scowled when he saw us.

"Hello we're the LAPD. I'm officer Young, this is officer Wilson, officer Kawahara and officer Minatozaki." He said and we all waved. He huffed before sitting down.

"So um your wife says you know who the suspect looks like." Mike awkwardly said and the man ignored him and went straight to David.

"That thug was one of his peoples." He said and pointed to Mike. We widened our eyes and looked at him weirdly.

"Um excuse me..." David said before the old man took one of our lemonades. He took a sip before slamming it down.

"You heard me. The suspect was one of his peoples."

"Robert sweetie..." his wife interrupted and placed her hand of his shoulder but he swatted her away.

"Shut up Mary! I don't want these people helping me! Only one of them is trust worthy!" He yelled and pointed to David.