𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 ⌁ 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 [𝟐]

XII. OUT OF CONTROL

MAY 3, 2016

          "All right, what do you see?" Dad asked, which I heard in my earpiece. I was sitting outside a cafe, a couple tables away from Wanda and Nat. The three of us had to blend in as civilians, so I wore a long grey plaid blazer over a cream-colored tank top and black jeans with black platform Dr. Martens. I was wearing a pair of eyeglasses with a black pantos frame, that were obviously fake, of course, while my hair was tied into a single dutch braid that fell behind my back. My gauntlets were hidden under the sleeves of my blazer so they wouldn't attract any attention.

"Standard beat cops." Wanda replied, discreetly observing the area. "Small station. Quiet street. It's a good target."

"There's an ATM on the south corner, which means...?" Dad quizzed. Something he's been doing with Wanda for the past year, training her during missions.

"Cameras." Wanda quickly answered as I was finishing my cup of tea.

"Both cross streets are one-way." Dad noticed from the motel he was watching from.

"So, compromised escape routes." Wanda added on.

"Meaning our guy doesn't care about attracting some attention. He isn't afraid to start a shit show on the way out." I commented with a bit of annoyance in my tone.

"Hey." Dad scolded my vulgar choice of words which I rolled my eyes at. "Sarah, if you keep rolling your eyes, they're gonna stay stuck in the back of your head."

"You can't even see me." I knitted my eyebrows in confusion.

"I don't have to." Dad remarked. A waitress approached the table I was sitting at, holding a stainless steel tea pot.

"Karin shayi? (More tea?)" She offered in Hausa, taking notice of the empty tea cup on the table.

"Haka ne, na gode. (Yes, thank you.)" I smiled before she refilled my mug.

"Wanda, you see that Range Rover halfway up the block?" Dad questioned as the waitress walked away from my table.

"Yeah, the red one? It's cute." Wanda noted.

"It's also bulletproof, which means private security... which means more guns... which means more headaches for somebody. Probably us." Nat explained.

"You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?" Wanda reminded.

"She has a point, you know." I shrugged before taking a sip of the hot tea.

"Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature." Nat assured.

"Anybody ever tell you you're a little paranoid?" Sam inquired, watching from the rooftop he was stationed at.