York and South continued their quest for canned goods, neither wanting more than to leave the wretched supermarket.
"Are we done yet?" South complained as she examined a can of asparagus. "Eww.." York chuckled and nodded, "We just need to grab a few cans of chicken broth, then we can move on to the fruits and vegetables."
South sighed in relief. "Thank god." She returned the can of odd green vegetables to its shelf, quickly turning back around only to smack right into a rather large woman. South blinked a couple times then straightened up.
"Watch it lady!" She growled at the obviously obese woman. The bigger woman glared down at South, "You watch it blondie!" She yelled in a disturbingly deep voice. Noticing the impending danger, York pushed himself in between South and the large woman.
"Ladies, please!" He strained as he tried to separate the fuming women. "Let's just forget this whole thing happened and continue on with our lives, sound good?" York persuaded, finally succeeding in pushing the two woman apart from each other.
"You're lucky your little boyfriend got in the way," the big woman spat as she pushed her cart away. "That fat bitch!" South snarled, trying to lunge at the other woman. "Calm down!" York said as he grabbed her arm to keep her from causing a scene. "We're on a mission, don't let her distract you. Ok? The sooner we get done the sooner we can leave," York soothed. South relaxed and pulled her arm away from York. "Fine. Let's go get your damn chicken broth."
"You ever tried pistachio ice cream?" North questioned as he was crouched down browsing the large selection of ice cream.
Carolina rolled her eyes, "No and I don't want to. Now quit getting looking at ice cream and help me find the waffles." Carolina ordered. "I should've known a guy would get distracted by food. Maybe I should've brought South instead.." North looked up at Carolina. "You and I both know that wouldn't have ended well," he stated.
"Yes but at least South wouldn't be questioning me about every single food item we walk by," Carolina sniffed. North frowned, "I thought you liked playing food trivia." Receiving a glare from his commanding officer, North put his hands up. "Alright, waffles it is." He laughed as he rummaged through the many freezers to find the sweet, dimpled breakfast items.
As Carolina marked another item off their list she noticed something red go by out the corner of her eye. Looking up from her paper and seeing nothing there made Carolina suspicious. She never imagined seeing things.
"Come here North,"she whispered. The male Freelancer walked over, his facial expression suddenly more serious. "What's wrong?" He asked suspiciously. Carolina frowned and discreetly pointed towards the end of the isle.
"I think we're being followed."
Maine coughed as he placed a large pack of paper towels in the cart, lightly rubbing his throat afterward. Washington noticed and frowned. It had only been a few days since the large Freelancer had been shot in the throat by that sleeveless soldier so it only made sense that his throat was still bothering him. Maine was a master at hiding his injuries from everyone but Wash. The two had been roommates long enough for Washington to see right through him.
"Throat still bothering you, huh?" Wash asked, though the answer was obvious. Maine growled quietly and started pushing the cart to the next isle. Washington followed close behind him, not satisfied with his answer.
"Pretty sure 'We need soap' isn't the correct answer to that question," Wash grumbled. "Are you ok?" The one thing he hated about Maine was just how stubborn he was. Irritated by Washington's nagging, Maine growled more loudly than the last time as he nearly ran into an elderly couple with the cart.
"Watch it big guy!" Wash called. "Sorry bout that," he whispered to the startled couple as he smiled and chased after the large Freelancer.
"Maine! Wait!" Washington yelled as he jumped right in front cart. Maine snarled as a low growl escaped from his lips. "I know, just hear me out ok?" Wash pleaded. Maine stood motionless, glaring holes through the smaller man.
"Ok, I'll leave you alone and promise to not ask about your throat ever again," Washington started, seeing his large friend raise an eyebrow. "IF you promise to let me take you out for ice cream sometime. It'll make your throat feel a hell of a lot better. Deal?" Washington smiled as large as his face would allow.
Maine remained still for a couple of seconds before rolling his eyes and growling once more. Wash flashed a toothy grin and moved out of the way of the large man and his cart. "I knew you couldn't resist this face," he said smugly as Maine walked by. A swift smack to the back of his head reassured Washington that his friend hadn't changed a bit.
Wyoming sat outside of the supermarket alone, inspecting his spoils. He had managed to snag two watches, a diamond necklace and a pair of gold earrings. Smiling smugly, Wyoming sat back and sighed.
"You did good ol' chap, you did good."