Location: By the fountain
Natalie was left alone now, and after sending the Agency a brief missive on her phone (and, as always, deleting any evidence of any such message), she continued eating her sandwich and drinking her Coke. She was listening for the sounds of sirens in the distance...and wondering what in the world was happening!
Maybe some of the other field agents will clue me in if they're further up the street. And next time, I'm usin' the bugs! She had a magical ladybug--a Christmas gift from an overprotective friend--that always stayed with her. On days when she wore her little beret, the bug looked just like a decoration on her hat. On days like today, when she was just wearing an ornamented hair clip tucked behind one of the victory rolls in her hair, the ladybug stuck out a little more, but not by much. The bug served as a bug in the espionage sense; it could replicate itself and give her a feed from anyone she wanted to follow, provided that she could get close enough to send them one (and that they didn't find it and question why they suddenly had a ladybug with a weird dot pattern--the initials N.P. in Braille--on its back!). Unfortunately, the black van never had gotten close enough, so using the bug was a bust. THIS time.
And I could've given the cops an anonymous tip if I'd been able to attach a bug to one of the perps. Ugh. Well, guess we can't all be superstars. And knowing me, even if I DID decide to play detective, I'd probably screw the whole thing up anyway. Heh. Better let the cops handle the chases! I'm here to observe and report. She shook her head.
Guess I'm back to reading and people-watching...Though I have to kind of wonder about that cop. Is he an immortal, a time traveler, or somebody like me who just watches way too many old movies? Interesting...
It was kind of funny, she reflected, that so soon after all the big to-do with the robbery and the chase, things had calmed down in the town square, and it was more like that old Beatles song about Penny Lane. Just a slice of daily life, people going about their business...a family walking and going into a pub for a bite to eat, and just...everyday things.
So I wonder why the higher-ups shooed me out the door if I'm NOT here to investigate the jewelry-store robbery, since even pretending to be a reporter would break my cover...
((The ladybug is something she's had since Christmas. She's gotten so much stuff because she's friends with magical girls and mages, and she doesn't even use half of it! lol
And ugh, my post is sooo bad...but I wanted to write something! *flailflailflail*))