Rio thanked her sister and got into the pearl blue metallic car before turning the ignition key and waving goodbye to her sister as she left.
Victoria raised her hand until she saw her car where her sister was riding disappear down the road before she walked to the door right besides their home and entered her house. When she took off her lab coat, she rummaged in the many pockets it held and pulled out the vials filled with slightly glowing red liquid.
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"Nearly there" she muttered to herself.
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Miles runs down the streets, slapping his homemade stickers on several things like mail posts and the walls of buildings, making loud clangs and other noises, before he tripped over his shoe laces and fell into the street"
"¡Contra!" he exclaimed as he rolled on the ground.
Police lights flash along the street followed by the familiar BWOOP BWOOP of a police car.
"Ah c'mon..." Miles sighed as he knew who the rider was.
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The police car moved through the neighbourhood with Miles in the back seat as '1010 WINS' plays on the radio.
"Seriously, Dad, walking would have been fine" Miles grumbled.
"You can walk plenty on Saturday when you peel those stickers off" his father chides to him.
"You saw that? I don't know if that was me, Dad" Miles told the man.
"And the two from yesterday on Clinton" Jefferson kept talking.
"Yeah. Those were me" Miles said from his place on the back seats.
Jefferson stares, shutting down the cheekiness and Miles looks hurt. Jefferson clocks his pained look which makes him feel bad for his son. There's an awkwardness between Miles and his dad that's not there with his mom or aunt due to the father's strictness.
They drive by a row of coffee shops and Jefferson tries to bridge the gap with Miles.
"Soooo... look at that, another new coffee shop... you see that Miles?"
"Totally, yeah..." Miles says, uninterested.
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Victoria looked down to her phone which had started to ring on the kitchen table where she had left it and picked it up as soon as she saw the number on it.
"What is it?" she asked the person on the other end.
"Did you do it?" a male voice asked from the other end of the phone.
