Lost connection
Allen sipped on his overpriced sugary coffee-ish thing, crowd-watching and texting his younger comrade-in-training. He had somehow become a sort of babysitter for her, not that she was a child, but it was quickly apparent she had no idea what being in a gang truly meant. He was to slowly integrate her, show her the ropes and prepare her for proper initiation…or exploit her connections if she ended up useless. That mean a lot of ‘bonding time’, which was painful at first but strangely got easier with time. He blamed her habit of bring him seasonal sugar drinks, he’s favorite was the pumpkin something-or-another even if that made him a ‘basic bitch’ as Athena put it. A basic bitch with a delicious latte so he okay with that. He pushed off the wall having finally spotted the newbie, tossing his cup away and making his way to her in the lightly crowded shopping mall.
“Any changes?” He asked, matching her pace and fixing his freshly-dyed brown bangs in nervous habit. It was a stupid and risky thing he was planning to do. Max was untouchable really in her newfound position. He was risking a lot to even make contact much less have a conversation with her without repercussions. But he was stubborn if nothing else. At least in a traffic heavy mall he would be less likely to be shot…he hoped.
“Athena, how did the recon go?”
“No changes, sure it's the same lady.” Athena said in reply, glancing back and forth from screen to crowd with a nod.
It’d taken some time to located the woman based off only a photo, a ‘shes yey high’, and a nearly unintelligible mumbling inquiry about Athena's latest coffee drink recommendation but she was proud to say she'd been successful in locating the target.
Being handed a photo and sent off with a vague gesture to scour a mall, as most things,had its own set of perks, one of which was being in constant proximity of an assortment of stand snacks. Athena shook, then shoved her bag of half eaten caramel popcorn towards Allen in offering.
“Eat some. She hangs near high end but hasn't gotten through them all just yet. So what now?”
She said, sticking her chin out towards the east end of the mall and pocketing her phone.
They walked together and she began the process of attempting to wipe her popcorn hand off as best one can when caramel and hands are involved.
Something about this particular brown haired ‘yey high’ babe looked familiar in a way Athena couldn't pinpoint.
Twitter? Maybe. Instagram? Possible. Porn? Probably not, though a healthy interest insists on look into it later. For accuracy's sake.
Either way, she apparently someone important enough to warrant Allen dyeing his hair.
