"Hey, Adams...how bout you buy me a slushie...?" Alma stage whispered to Brin. They had left for the mall after Big Wolf on Campus had ended, there was no way Brin would leave otherwise.
Brin chuckled lightly. "Sure, Alma...considered this an early birthday present." Brin handed the cashier seven dollars and bought three large cherry slushies. She handed one to a very distracted Alex. "What's the matter with you?" Alex didn't seem to hear her. Brin hit him hard in the shoulder. Alex turned his attention to her. "What's up?"
"Nothing yet," Alex answered solemnly, rubbing his shoulder. "It's just...we've left Alma's...so how are we helping our mission at all?"
Brin shrugged, dropping down into a chair and setting her slushie on a table. Alex and Alma followed. "You and I both --"
"And Alma," Alma interrupted.
"And Alma," Brin added, "know that this Todd guy won't make a move or act normal if there's three nearly grown kids there. So...in order for him to move freely in his own home we must leave it."
"And that helps how?" Alex asked again.
"Well, c'mon, Rider, you're a spy. Think like a spy. Now, that Card guy gave us each a wire, correct? So he can hear everything...like he hears this too...and he can us a set of contacts so he can see everything. But unlike you, Mr. oh-so-perfect eyes, he gave me multiple sets of contacts, because I used to wear glasses when I was younger. I'd started wearing contacts when I got around eleven or so, but I had to take them out for this whole CIA, because he liked the whole, wear contacts for him ordeal. But with his in it's like I'm blind! So he gave me a few so I could change em in and out."
"Is there a point to this all?" Alex cut in as Brin paused.
Brin scrunched up her face in fake anger. "Of course there is! Now, what I realized this morning when I went to urinate...Mr. Todd also wears contacts. So all I did was switch his with the CIA's...of course he's gonna realize that he cannot see -- but he'd remember putting in the contacts and just live with it." She paused, no one spoke. "Well I thought that was just plain genius. The CIA's gonna see everything he does. He kills somebody -- they're gonna see it. We don't even have to be there...unless we wanna hear it...so everything makes sense..."
Alex just stared at her for a few minutes. "You know...that's not a bad plan."
"Geez, you need to work on your peoples skills, Rider," Alma pointed out modestly. "That's a kick ass plan, Adams," Alma congradulated cheerfully.
Brin bowed proudly. "Thank you, thank you."
"What if he finds out that he's not wearing his own contacts?" Alex asked quietly.
"He won't know it was us," Brin answered seriously. "To him, man, we're just a few of kids. We're nobodies to him. And that'll work to our advantage everything." She was starting to sound an awful lot like Blunt.
