Middle
Mirage (The Incredibles)
Her fingers, tanned long fingers, rested against the glass. A nod from the waiter, and the check was delivered to the table. She languidly pulled out a bill that was much more than her glass of wine costed, but it wasn't paying for that.
It was paying for silence.
She'd run once she'd been able to get off the island. Following the papers, disguised under a wig and wearing contacts, she learned of Syndrome's supposed death. Mirage hadn't felt any remorse, or hardly cared. Instead she had read on about the Incredibles…and their adventures and pursuits. She soon was wasting the money she had not only on the luxuries (thank you, still existent Buddy Pine's bank accounts…) but on newspapers. She focused mainly on the articles
To make sure they were doing alright, she told herself. And that it was perfectly acceptable for her to be thinking that. It was guilt after all.
But no, Mirage even knew deep down the truth of the matter – it wasn't guilt that drove her to her searching, nor the not-quite-dead Syndrome who was tracking the Parrs. It was that bit inside her that thought that maybe, just maybe, there had been something more between herself and Bob Parr, Mr. Incredible.
She never really thought she'd hate being the middleman (or rather, middlewoman) but aside from being on the run, there was nothing she hated more.
A/N: So no one knew of The Rocketeer, did they? Hopefully this update gathers some more interest.
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