The Protectors

"Is that them?" My brother asked from the passenger seat.
"Yep, that's them," I confirmed as I saw the second girl with the bright green hair join her. The dark haired girl pointed towards the front door and grabbed a table. The girl with the green hair moved closer to the door and opened it then helped her friend move a sign out and set it up. I opened my window and tried to listen in.
"....The first client?" The dark haired one said.
"......yours Nikita," The green haired girl replied. The dark haired one.. Nikita.. grimaced then they both laughed and headed inside again.
"What if they're not witches?" My brother asked, "They look like normal teenage girls."
"you've gone soft Sammy," I said simply, "I'm going to grab some pie." I stepped out of my Impala and headed towards the convenience store all the while glancing of at the girls.. what if Sammy is right what if we have the wrong people?