I ran past a brown brick building, shoving my way through the crowds that packed the hot concrete sidewalk, the unrelenting summer sun beating down on me from above. There! I dashed inside the nearly deserted coffee shop, desperate for a few precious seconds to gather my scrambled thoughts.
I had gone out for a walk through town, determined to get away from the stuffy mansion for as long as I could, no matter how hot it was. I was walking past some small shops, trying to take my mind off of some EXTREMELY cute (but equally expensive) shoes I had seen in a window display a few blocks back when I saw it. A reflection in the glass of a display advertising a graphic-tee BOGO.
The white minivan sped around the corner with a blinding flash of sunlight off the too-dark tinted windows. A normal girl out shopping probably wouldn't think much of it. Just a van driving a little too fast. But to a highly trained, 17 year-old operative who goes to spy school and is on the top of the "People who we REALLY want dead ASAP" list of a terrorist group known as the circle of Cavan, this seemingly insignificant minivan is bound to set off a few internal alarms (and seriously, who else tail-whips minivans around corners at 40 miles per hour besides terrorists and really late/angry soccer moms?).
