[THREE.] how to stage a coup
━"WELCOME TO OUR HUMBLE ABODE."
One bragged as he and Eight got off the motorcycle. The brunette removed her helmet before brushing off the dust on her bomber jacket.
She stepped away from him as her eyes raked over the area. Her gaze lingered upon a gray trailer on her far left with a bunch of words spray painted on its entrance.
'KEEP THE FUCK OUT'
She smirked a little before her gaze fell to the man beside her. His brows raising a little with his coy smile smeared across his face.
"Impressive." she praised as she snatched her bag from One's shoulders.
"Right? Our children are waiting, let's go." he quipped before he stride towards an abandoned airplane.
Eight followed suit.
"There's this trick that we all do to get through our day."
Her eyes immediately went on the board on the far side of the room. Her eyes examining the names and pictures attached to it, immediately recognizing the man at the top of the board. She gritted her teeth as she came across the screen next to it. Headlines of terrorist attacks flashing on it made her stomach turn.
As the pictures of the aftermath appears on the screen, Eight decided to turn her attention to One as he continues to address the team.
"This is our haunted house. It's a lot like the Batcave. Except it's nothing like the Batcave."
As One was introducing everyone to the sniper of the group, Eight decided to examine the group of people One recruited on his mission.
She noticed a blonde young man on the other side of the table. She remembered One referring to him as the 'Skywalker'. A former thief who stole(and failed) the famous jewel of Kalahari. His ability to jump from building to building with little to no effort brought him on the team.
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