Triple Threat!

[Tally]

Blaine was so shaky he nearly sloshed his latte all over the condiment stand in his efforts to get it set up with sugar and cocoa powder.  He put the lid back on to get across the floor with it and reach his table.

He was sat near the window with a good view of Sabela and Keziah.  "Okay ladies.  I can see you just fine.  I'll send you alerts as I get them."

They'd injected him with adrenaline just prior to taking position.  It would accelerate his precognition, but it also had his feet bouncing and his hands wringing in his sweater.  He was dressed head to toe in black.  It was his spy outfit, stylish of course, and topped with a jaunty black hat sitting askew upon his head.

To help out, he was keeping a nervous internal dialogue, following threads of thought that involved the mission going badly, a fire fight breaking out, stuff like that.  Anything to keep his adrenaline up.  It was working already, flashes of certainty starting to hit him in rapid blinks of images, many of them having nothing to do with the mission.  He was to pass along anything relevant to the other two Pilots.

"Wait a minute."  He'd gotten something, minor but certain enough to warrant mention.  "Don't stand there.  He'll be out of your initial line of sight and you'll miss his first contact.  Move about ten feet to your right and watch the intersection."

[Anonymous]

Sabela lounged at her post, smoking a cigarette and leaning up against the building. The spot the target was supposed to come from was well in her peripheral vision. It had been rather interesting trying to find streetwear that should could hide a gun in, settling for a light jacket and an underarm holster. If one looked very closely, they could see it, but that was unlikely to be a problem.

It should be an easy mission, but the problem had been just very little was known about the set up. They knew when, and what one of the parties looked like, but not who was coming or what they were bringing with them.

Exhaling, she straightened and moved slowly down the street, paying casual attention to the intersection. There! She could see the mark, glancing over, she caught Kaziah's eye for just a moment, waiting for her instructions.

[Rhi-Rhi]

Keziah had her phone out and was pretending to text people, sitting at a bench. Today, she'd ditched the eye-patch in favor of a prosthetic eye. Less conspicuous, especially since the point was blending in--pink hair in a society in love with hair dye certainly didn't stick out as much as that.

Dressed in a halter top, bootleg jeans, and thick-heeled boots, Keziah had stored her firearm in her bulky purse. She wore no gloves today, which meant she'd be picking up psychic feedback from whatever she touched, but she needed to look normal. Blend in. Just some young, trendy woman tending to her cyber social network.

Then Blaine spoke. "Ten feet? Got it. ETA for the buddy?" she asked, still playing with her cell. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sabela move and she waited several heartbeats before she moved herself, glancing at the store windows rather than the intersection. She could see the reflection just fine in it.

Flipping her cellphone closed and pocketing it, she rummaged in her purse for her lipstick and started to apply it, though she wasn't really looking at herself. "Getting anything else? I don't see him yet."

[Tally]

Blaine straightened up.  That vision he'd just gotten wasn't right, not at all.  Maybe it was nothing, but something as irregular as that deserved mention.

"Buddy's not comin'," he said, frowning down at his latte.  He avoided looking at the intersection, both for the sake of cover and because it made it easier to distinguish future from present if he had something neutral to look at.  "He's going to meet with someone else, a woman with a striped scarf and boots.  Brunette, slender.  Sorry, that's all I got.  I don't recognize her."

Their intel had really dropped the ball on that one, unless a switch had been made at the last possible moment.

[Anonymous]

"Wait, what? Then who the hell are we supposed to be catching here?" Sabela kept her face neutral, expression bored and not really watching anything in particular. She didn't like this. They were supposed to be catching people in the act, a rather high up government official, in the act. So what the hell were they doing if one of the parties wasn't showing up?

[Rhi-Rhi]

Keziah blinked, but calmly finished applying her lipstick and slipped it back into her purse. "I'm not sure I parsed that, hon. You mean a woman's coming instead of the buddy, or the buddy's ditched to go meet some woman instead? Clarification, please? You got anything else?"

[Tally]

Blaine closed his eyes and remembered the image he'd seen.  The image and the sense behind it.  "I think she switched places with the original contact.  Can't be sure.  Maybe they know something's up.  Watch for her, she'll be in your sight in under five minutes."

The annoying part of he precognition was all the useless flashes of vision constantly assailing him.  Like the woman three tables away who was going to knock her coffee off the table, and some barista in the back who was going to slip away from his station to text his girlfriend.

[Anonymous]

Damn. Sabela hated changes like that and was really thankful Blaine was along. That would save some problems. Still looking casual and bored, Sabela's eyes flicked over to Keziah, "We going to grab her then?"

Assuming she knew anything, they could just grab her instead. But it also might scare off the original contact deeper into hiding.

[Rhi-Rhi]

"We don't have much choice if the buddy ditched. We'll just have to roll with it," Keziah answered, pulling her cellphone out again and pretending to text. "Stick with the original plan but swap the woman for the guy and hope to hell it works."

Movement caught her eye and she glanced up, just in time to see a thin brunette in a striped scarf come up to the crosswalk, just across the street from them. Flicking her eyes down, Keziah saw that, indeed, she also wore boots. She tossed a subtle look Sabela's way and then looked back to her phone. "Showtime. Blaine, that's her, correct?"

[Anonymous]

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