"У меня есть для тебя миссия. Санкционируй и Извлекай. Без свидетелей." ( I have a mission for you. Sanction and extract. No witnesses.)
A bang.
And another.
A couple now dead on the side of the road.
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𝗟 𝗔 𝗚 𝗢 𝗦
Missions. Aren't they fun. Yeah know, the last time I was on a mission, it didn't end well. But that's okay..because in the end..we got defeated..I think.
Wanda, Nat, and I sat in a coffee shop undercover. Barry, Tommy, and Billy were posing as random kids, and Dad and Sam were watching from an apartment building. "All right, what do you see?" He asked Wanda on the radio.
"Standard beat cops. Small station. Quiet street. It's a good target." She replied. "There's an ATM in the south corner, which means . . ."
"Cameras."
"Both cross streets are one way."
"So, compromised escape routes."
"Means our guy doesn't care about being seen, he isn't afraid to make a mess on the way out. You see that Range Rover halfway up the block?"
"Yeah, the red one? It's cute."
"It's also bulletproof, which means private security, which means more guns, which means more headaches for somebody. Probably us." Nat added on the radio.
"You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?"
"Yes. Wanda. Yes we do. Lucky." I said. I couldn't physically see it, but I bet dad was rolling his eyes right now. "Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature. And Brooke, no sarcastic comments today." Nat said.
"Anybody ever tell you you're a little paranoid?" About time Sam talked.
"Not to my face. Why? Did you hear something?" Nat asked.
