Chapter 21

Dean and Leon arrived at the print shop in town. It was just a small shop along the sidewalk. It looked pretty plain. Various sized stock prints lined the walls advertising reasonable prices for custom prints. The aisles sold various inks for printers and types of paper to print on. There was a line of touch-screen computers that would allow you to upload your own photographs and print them right there. The software even allowed you to lay out what the print would look like. It had everything Dean would need to accomplish his task. He was so good at this the real F.B.I. wouldn't be able to tell his badge from a real one.

He got to work uploading the photos and making the fake badges while Leon stood watch, making sure no one would stumble upon the very illegal work they were doing. As he scanned the store he noticed that there was no one else there. The cashier wasn't even in the main area. He was relaxing back beyond where customers could see. The silence of the store was broken when his phone rang. He answered it.

It was his grandmother. She was calling to tell him that the radars were showing a tropical storm, not big enough to be considered a hurricane, but enough to discourage anyone from going out on the waters. When severe weather like this hit Destin, it would usually only be seen in the waves. The sky would generally still stay sunny and blue. Only over the ocean would you see any evidence of a storm. If it did hit the mainland, it would just be rain.

He said good-bye to his grandma and went over to inform Dean of the weather.

"The weather's gonna' get bad." He said.

"Bad, like what? A hurricane?"

"Just a tropical storm."

"What's that mean?" Dean asked, looking over his shoulder from his work.

"It just means the ocean's gonna' be rough. Visibility will be low. Waves will be high."

"Great. Here's to hoping that we don't have to dive after that thing somehow."

"I wouldn't hold your breath." Leon said. "No pun intended." Dean smirked.

"I won't hold my breath. Anyway, these will just take a bit longer. Can't rush these things or they won't look convincing." Dean explained, turning back to his work.

"I'm gonna' send a message to Cassie about the weather." Leon said as he started pushing the touch-screen on his Uwatch.

The phone rang and Cassie pulled her cell phone out and looked at the digital screen. It indicated that Leon Sonova sent her a message. She looked at it. It told her that they were at the print shop, and there was going to be bad weather, according to their grandma. He also wanted her to call his cell phone when they were done getting the suit so they could meet up somewhere.

Cassie was standing in line with Sam to get fitted. She had never been fitted like a guy getting a suit. It felt weird. She wasn't sure what to expect.

"What was that about?" Sam asked.

"Bad weather." Cassie said. "Tropical storm heading our way."

"Like a hurricane?" Sam asked, sounding a bit alarmed.

"Nah, not as bad as a hurricane."

"What's it like, then?"

"Just rough waters and maybe some rain."

They stepped up to the front of the line. A nice gentleman who looked like he may be in his mid-50's or so approached them. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah." Cassie began, "We're here to get fitted for a suit." The man eyed Sam up and down.

"I can see. You're a big one. But I'm sure we can find you something."

Sam smiled. "Oh, it's not for me. It's for her. She needs a suit for a new job."

"Yeah, starting my life in the business world. But I need one of those Ellen DeGeneres woman suit things." Cassie said smiling.

"Oh, okay. I think I can help you." the man said sounding a bit confused. "Follow me. I'll get you measured."