"This was the last shipment coming in." Root watched the inventory list online. The dock workers were leaving, only the guards staying behind.
"I'm going in." Shaw had enough of waiting and certainly enough of talking. She got out of the car and walked to the trunk, opening her duffel bag.
When she pulled a t-shirt over her head, she heard the passengers door open and sighed. Was it a good or a bad sign Root had given her some privacy to change? Shaw caught Root checking her out yet again but choose to ignore her, pulling her hair into a ponytail and putting on a dark hoodie.
"Wear this," Root tossed some wires at her which turned out to be a spy cam. "Or do you need help?"
Shaw closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath and secured the cable and transmitter to her new outfit.
Root was waiting in the car, disabling the alarm system while Shaw snuck up on the first security guards. Watching on her screen how Shaw crept up on them one by one and took them out without firing a single shot was exhilarating and made her almost forget how made she still felt about their previous argument. How could Shaw be so thick and why didn't she give Root a little credit? On the upside, she still hadn't told her that she wasn't interested at all.
"You getting this?" Shaw whispered in her earpiece. The image on the screen showed large wooden boxes and Shaw stepped closer to read the way bills.
"Yes, and I found something." Root announced after she checked the companies inventory management.
"I figured." Shaw had opened one of the boxes labeled as consumer electronics, starring at ammunition.
She could hear Root typing on the computer and waited.
"Go to the box marked L431, open it carefully," Root directed her.
"How careful? Is it going to blow up or something?" Shaw took out her knife again.
"It might," Root stayed vague. "There should be four detonators inside. Take them with you, leave the rest."
"OK, got it. Now what?"
"Get out of there, we have what we need."
"Feeling better?" Root smiled knowingly when Shaw hopped on the drivers seat. "It looked like you had some fun."
Shaw tried her best to look grumpy when she was in fact pretty happy. "Just tell me what you found."
"Turns out, Mister Russel is selling army equipment, weaponry stolen last month at Fort Patrick. Cops are on the way to clean up."
"And what about these?" Shaw took out the box with detonators from under her hoodie and leaned over the center console to lay them on the backseat. "Can I keep them?" She was so close, Root could feel the body heat radiating from her.
"If you ask nicely." Root was reminded of the last time they'd sat like this.
"What if I just take them?" Shaw had had a knife to her throat back then.
"I supposed the result would be the same, but it would be less polite." Root tilted her head and looked down in her lap, breaking eye contact. Shaw was always appealing to Root, but when she was high on adrenalin, she was especially intense.
Shaw wasn't an idiot, she knew what was going on and she had a real hard time resisting.
When Root looked back up at her again, she followed her instinct and leaned over all the way, pressing their lips together, capturing the bottom lip and tugging gently.
Before things could get out of hand, sirens could be heard which meant the police was on it's way and they had to get out of there.
"This doesn't change anything." Shaw sat back in her seat and started the engine.
"I would be disappointed if it did."
"Mind if we stop for breakfast?"