Chapter 2
—Scott PoV
“You know is he really going to show? I mean it’s almost ten o’clock and there’s no sign of him.” I ask my tired partner as he checks his watch once more.
“Nah,” He waves off my concern. “Harry’s always on time. Kinda hard when he can teleport.”
“Are you sure that’s not you just not paying attention as usual?” Retorts Lincoln as he mindlessly watches something - I think that’s football? - on his phone.
“No he can literally teleport.” Replies Katie rather calmly. “Any second now…”
And then with a pop a fully grown man dressed in a woollen grey jumper and a pair of pants under a large coat appears before our eyes. Vibrant emerald eyes kept behind rounded glasses as the messy black haired - really atrociously haired - individual blinks at us before smiling. “Noam!”
Going in to hugging the slightly shorter scraggly geek that is our current ‘leader’ of sorts the man, whose probably Harry, cheerfully steps up and wraps around him like a blanket.
Kinda cute, in that awkward way Noam does things as he pats lightly back. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Great to see you. You can let go now.”And with that Noam is released out of the tight hug. Panting slightly, worn from either stress or anxiety or just general Noam-ness. Of course the lasts a real thing! Just like how my hair is so flawlessly perfect. “A-anyway, Harry. I need your help.”
“Of course you do.” He smirks as he falls into a mocking bow. “So how my I serve you my dear majesty?”
“First by dropping whatever the hell THAT is. And then second by planting a bomb for us.”
“A bomb.” Harry mouths back slowly. “Where to and why?”
“The biggest tower with the most obnoxious name in it.” Noam points over at the tower in question and Harry follows his gaze before turning back with a nod. Noam sighs in relief, visibly relaxing in the moment. “CEO office around the top. And we’re not going to actually trigger it. More of a bluff, hopefully. But if it is set off it’ll only destroy the CEO’s office whom will not be there.”
“Ok, that’s fine then. Oh, hi Katie.” Harry waves over after nodding in affirmation to Nima’s plan.
“Hi Harry. Been a while.”
“Six years right? Haven’t seen you since you broke up with this guy here.” He prods Noam in the chest and we all - besides the trio - double take.
“You two dated?” Begins Lincoln.
“Katie you really dated a criminal? How brazenly unjust of you.” Goes Mr Justice.
“Well that explains a lot.” I finish bluntly as I notice Richie fingering the bomb in question for a moment before Noam plucks it out of his hands.
As if talking to a toddler he just says. “No.” Before going and handing the bomb into Harry’s hands. Upon which he pulls out a silvery cloak of some sorts and pulls it over himself. Vanishing before our eyes before a faint pop rings out once again.
“So that’s it?” I ask Noam, whose dusting down his pants and started dialling another phone number, this time on a disposable phone.
“Yeah, now all that’s left is getting into our places. Everybody move!”