"Well big guy," Washington sighed in relief. "We're down to the last item on the list." Maine growled softly and opened up a can of previously purchased soda, since apparently drinking alcohol in public is some sort of felony.
Glaring down at the list, Wash's eyes returned to the smudged mystery item. "Hey Maine, can you read this?" Washington questioned. Maine let out a low hiss as he grabbed the list from the smaller Freelancer's hand. "You didn't have to yank it out of my hand, jeez..." Wash complained.
Maine shot a nasty glare at Washington before turning his attention back to the list. He squinted his eyes as he tried to recognize the ink-smeared word. Suddenly realizing what the product was, Maine growled loudly and shoved the paper in Washington's face.
"Hey!" Wash's cry was muffled by the paper and Maine's hand. The large Freelancer removed the paper and dropped it in to the cart, hissing again.
"Wait...you serious..?" Washington said nervously. Maine growled and nodded, taking another swig of soda. Wash's face turned a light red as he looked at the bigger man and gulped. "I guess..we just...let's get this over with." Maine nodded again and pushed the cart forward, his face looking more determined than before.
"So where do they keep those things anyway?" Washington asked as they wondered up and down multiple isles. Maine rolled his eyes and growled. "No way!" Wash protested. "YOU ask someone where they are!" A menacing glare from the larger Freelancer made Washington realize what he had just said.
"Oh..I..uh, sorry man...I didn't mean..." A small flash of hurt crossed the large man's eyes before his perpetual scowl returned. Maine growled again and Washington hung his head.
"Fine, I'll ask someone.." Wash trailed off as he glanced over to see a young female employee stocking the shelves with boxed hair color. Smiling, Washington waved down the young worker to catch her attention. She approached the odd couple, a bit hesitant at first because of the scowling hulk of a man who towered over the other.
"Ca-can I help you?" She asked, unintentionally stuttering. Washington smiled again, attempting to put the girl at ease.
"Yeah, hey um my friend and I were wondering..where do you keep tampons?"
North and Carolina continued their shopping suspiciously, not knowing what to expect with the probability of being followed. Carolina had to North that they had to keep their guard up at all times and keep their eyes peeled, always being prepared for the worst..
"Excuse me miss? I think you-hurk!" The man was interrupted by a quick hand wrapping around his throat. Carolina held the man up against the shelves and glared dangerously.
"Who are you working for!?" Carolina demanded angrily. The man struggled to speak and squirmed in her grip. Suspecting miscommunication, North placed his hand on Carolina's shoulder.
"Maybe we should hear him out first," he suggested. "He seems harmless enough." Glaring at the man one last time, Carolina released her grip on the man's throat allowing him to breath again.
"You *cough* dropped your list.." The man whispered weakly as he held out a familiar piece of paper. Carolina snatched the paper from the man's hand and glared at him once more.
"Leave before I change my mind," she threatened. The man nodded quickly and shuffled off as fast as his short legs could carry him.
"A little jumpy, Agent Carolina?" A familiar voice taunted. North and Carolina whipped their heads around to come face to face with the other red head of the Freelancer Project.
"Texas.." Carolina sneered at the other female on the isle. "What are you doing here? The Director never said you'd be here." Texas grinned, "He doesn't tell you everything Carolina, you'd do good to remember that," she said as she grabbed her cart and started to walk off.
"Where do you think you're going!?" Carolina yelled. Texas stopped and turned around. "My mission is complete. I'm leaving," she grinned, turned around then disappeared around the corner.
Carolina was visibly fuming. "That dirty bitch.." North gently placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Now I know you two don't get along real well, but there's really no point in getting so worked up over her being here," North soothed, talking quietly and gently.
Carolina sighed, "I know North. I just...forget it," her shoulders slumped. "Let's get to the register and wait for the others." North smiled and nodded, overjoyed that his commanding officer hadn't decided to chase after Texas.
"Where is everyone.." York thought out loud as he and South waited next to the first register. It had been over an hour since they all arrived at the store and York was beginning to worry about the rest of his teammates. Especially Carolina, it wasn't like her to be late. Carolina was never late..
"Yo!" North called as he spotted York and his sister standing next to the register. A wave of relief spread over South and York. "Get everything on your list?" Carolina questioned the other two Freelancers. York nodded, "Yep, we're all done here."
"Good," Carolina said as she glanced around the front of the store. "Wait, where are Washington and Maine?" She asked, drawing attention to the lack of their other two members. South shrugged, "Hell if I know, we haven't seen them since we all split up."
A loud crashing sound was heard from the back of the store, drawing the attention of nearly every shopper around. York and Carolina looked at each other with knowing eyes. They knew where the other two Freelancers were.
