The Shape of Things to Come

2

National City. Earth 38, September 14th, 2014

Kara walked into Noonan's seven minutes after eight, dressed in a purple and white checkered dress, a purple cardigan, and carrying a large brown leather bag with her resume tucked inside. She's been eating there every morning for the last two weeks, chatting with people she'd worked with while she'd been in college, and watching Cat's assistants come and go. She'd seen Winn, once. She'd been careful not to notice him, even though her face wanted to split wide open in a smile. It had been so long since Indigo had killed him, and all she wanted to do was pick him up and hug him within an inch of his life. She'd had to be careful though, because she wasn't alone. She'd been in the past for two days when she'd first spotted Rogers. Miller and Stevens had joined the follow team the next day. Wentworth has always been better at surveillance than anyone else in the DEO's field teams, so Kara wasn't sure if she's missed the plain-looking woman the second day, or if she just hadn't been there, but she'd definitely spotted her the third day. Kara wasn't sure if she should be annoyed or flattered that J'onn had four agents on her, but either way, it had to stop. She needed to move freely, which she could not do if she had to keep ditching tails anytime she needed to do something away from prying eyes.

Which was why she walked right up to Wentworth's table and sat down, because Wentworth was the one least likely to shoot first and ask questions later.

"Um..." the woman said.

"Hey, Katie," Kara said, as she waved over the waitress.

"I'm sorry, I think you have me mistaken for someone else," Wentworth said.

"Kathryn Michelle Wentworth. Born in Fairfax, Virginia. Undergraduate degree in Criminal Justice with a minor in biology from Georgia State University. Odd mix, but it's part of the reason you were recruited into the DEO. Of course, that was after you did a masters in Criminal Justice, and spent three years in Metropolis working in the Science Police division. I could keep going but..." She held up a finger as the waitress came into earshot.

"What can I get you ladies?" the waitress asked.

Kara smiled at her. "Hey, Sally. I'd like three of the Orange sticky buns, a pumpkin spiced latte with extra foam and cinnamon on top, a bowl of fruit salad, and a slice of the death by chocolate, with extra maraschino cherries. My friend will have the cranberry bagel with peanut butter, a large lemon zinger tea with honey, and a Georgia peach if you have any, otherwise she'll have two California plums, but she needs hers to go".

The waitress nodded. "Separate checks?"

"No, my treat today".

"I'll have it right up for you gals," the waitress said as she walked away.

Kara turned back to Wentworth. "You have a terrible poker face," she said, when she saw how large the agent's eyes had gotten. "That can't be helpful for your line of work".

"I-"

"Don't know what I'm talking about. I get it. I mean, when you drag Rogers, Miller, and Stevens back to the DEO and tell Hank what happened, he's going to be grumpy. Well, extra grumpy. He's always a little grumpy, except when he's eating Choco's. In fact, I can hear him now". Kara's voice dropped several octaves. "You mean to tell me four of my best agents got made by a little girl?"

Kara grinned and leaned forward. "You like that? The way I kind of dragged out the word 'girl' the same way he would, because he always drags out the last word when he's yelling at you". Kara tilted her head. "Or do you think he'll go with 'pretty blonde'? Personally, I think he'll go with 'little girl', but he could go with 'pretty blonde'. He seems to find it personally insulting when pretty young blondes are competent. It could go either way I suppose, but I'd be willing to bet you fifty bucks he goes with 'little girl'."